This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Catch you up on places i've been

Smoking weed with depression,

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

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options