This is a song about "Depression and selling drugs"

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

And other times i could only settle my depression with rapping,

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Probly from selling or doing drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks