This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

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

It ain't where i been

From this pain and depression.

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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