This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

For this, i thank the lord

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

You're uncool like my mother kin

Smoking weed with depression,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Eventually leading you to depression

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions