This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

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

Gin makes me sin

Suicide depression,

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

From this pain and depression.

Class is in session