This is a song about "Being broke and depressed"

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Desperate for a check with a sum, depressed and act savage

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

And i'm convinced we're broke,

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Heavy depressed and stressed, started sniffing sosa

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Yall fuck it yes im depressed and dress in black

This shit cost money and i'm always fucking broke,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke