This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

First off congratulations on the win

That the world's in great depression

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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