This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

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,

Class is in session

Suicide depression,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Eventually leading you to depression

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Back with a vengeance

But i dont carry guns