This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Smoking weed with depression,

Catch you up on places i've been

You're uncool like my mother kin

That the world's in great depression

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience