This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

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

I've met depression on numerous days

And i got them gold bottles, first place

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

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

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

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

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference