This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Double mg not to mention

Suicide depression,

I've met depression on numerous days

Driving my car to a foreign place

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

My depression hit hard/

And by the way i'mma start

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Eventually leading you to depression

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,