This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

My depression hit hard/

February cold as my heart

Double mg not to mention

From this pain and depression.

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Eventually leading you to depression

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Tell me anything you want

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.