This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

But little to no interest after election

Eventually leading you to depression

Enough oppression, leading to depression

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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