This is a song about "Drugs and depression"

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Car with no limit what

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

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

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Hope my city is not too far

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy