This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

So rest your weary heart

My depression hit hard/

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

No money, power, or drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks