This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

My depression hit hard/

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

You're uncool like my mother kin

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Smoking weed with depression,

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs