This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Eventually leading you to depression

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

From this pain and depression.

Class is in session

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

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

That the world's in great depression

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Sometimes i get really bad depression,