This is a song about "Great depression in america"

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

Way of seas/ when in america you can flee/ but there was a

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

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

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

You caught me in a state of depression

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

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

Ya girl feeling great now cause he play in her guts

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

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

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation