This is a song about "Being broke and depressed"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

It made me depressed, and i confess, i lied to your face,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

And i'm convinced we're broke,

Face i'm just a wheels man, and i'm broke,

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Heavy depressed and stressed, started sniffing sosa

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

Never ever pay rent

They end up repressed and depressed

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit