This is a song about "Great depression in america"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Ya girl feeling great now cause he play in her guts

You're uncool like my mother kin

Suicide depression,

If there was no guns in the world, that'd be great

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Causin' a rift in the game, a great schism.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Eventually leading you to depression

Double mg not to mention

From this pain and depression.

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

But i'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in america

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

When their in the state of beind down while others are great