This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

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*)

From this pain and depression.

You're uncool like my mother kin

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Blasting out some backyard

My depression hit hard/