This is a song about "Depression and selling drugs"

Amen, they say you only live once

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

She said i'm ready to fuck

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Probly from selling or doing drugs