This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Enough oppression, leading to depression

My talent should take me places i've never been

From this pain and depression.

She all on my skin

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

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

You caught me in a state of depression

What up girl, tell me how you been

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free