This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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*)

Go where you ain't been

Suicide depression,

From this pain and depression.

You're uncool like my mother kin

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

So if it comes down, may the best man win

That the world's in great depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks