This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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*)

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

No money, power, or drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks