This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

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

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

That the world's in great depression

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Basketball is my favorite sport