This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Enough oppression, leading to 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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Eventually leading you to depression

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine