This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

But i dont carry guns

Back with a vengeance

Class is in session

From this pain and depression.

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

It ain't where i been

Suicide depression,