This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You caught me in a state of depression

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

That the world's in great depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

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

Smoking weed with depression,

Catch you up on places i've been

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

I've met depression on numerous days