This is a song about "Drugs and depression"

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

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

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin