This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

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

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

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

I've met depression on numerous days

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

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

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice