This is a song about "Drugs and depression"

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Suicide depression,

Catch you up on places i've been

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

See this depression and aspergers and god knows what else

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself