This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

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

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

I've met depression on numerous days

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

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

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley