This is a song about "Drugs and depression"

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Money i make em buck

That last line i did just caused depression it ain't the end for me and aggression

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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