This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

I've met depression on numerous days

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

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*)

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

From this pain and depression.

You're uncool like my mother kin

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence