This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Tell me anything you want

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options