This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

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

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see