This is a song about "Depression and selling drugs"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Money i make em buck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Probly from selling or doing drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Kicking flows, pockets about as thick as strippers on poles

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

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win