This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

From this pain and depression.

Class is in session

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Smoking weed with depression,

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts