This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

I've met depression on numerous days

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

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

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies