This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Smoking weed with depression,

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

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

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

Eventually leading you to depression

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

I roam like phone with no vocal reception