This is a song about "Depression and selling drugs"

The hotels we staying in twelve star

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

I reel them in, goadomes on see

It ain't where i been

From this pain and depression.

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Well, um, there's a but

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups