This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Basketball is my favorite sport

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux