This is a song about "Drugs and depression"

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see