This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

My position improving, not to mention

You caught me in a state of depression

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

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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