This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Eventually leading you to depression

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Suicide depression,

Through thick and thin

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

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

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin