This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Eventually leading you to depression

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

I've met depression on numerous days

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

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

For this, i thank the lord

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

You're uncool like my mother kin