This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Enough oppression, leading to depression

I've met depression on numerous days

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

But i dont carry guns

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Eventually leading you to depression

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin