This is a song about "Drugs depression money and sex"

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

And we havin' rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

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

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