This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

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

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

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

No money, power, or drugs,

Suicide depression,

Catch you up on places i've been

From this pain and depression.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

But little to no interest after election

Confession! i've never even heard of depression