This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Eventually leading you to depression

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Smoking weed with depression,

It ain't where i been

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Sometimes i get really bad depression,