This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

No money, power, or drugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

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*)

Suicide depression,

Double mg not to mention

Eventually leading you to depression

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

That the world's in great depression

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win