This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Gin makes me sin

Suicide depression,

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

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

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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