This is a song about "Depression and selling drugs"

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

See this depression and aspergers and god knows what else

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets