This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

You caught me in a state of depression

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

But i dont carry guns

That was my influence

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Long as she come to me first

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

My depression hit hard/

Know give me a head start

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

I've met depression on numerous days

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

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