This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Catch you up on places i've been

Suicide depression,

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

What up girl, tell me how you been

From this pain and depression.

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies