This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

Smoking weed with depression,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

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

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

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

I've met depression on numerous days