This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Long as she come to me first

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

You caught me in a state of depression

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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