This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

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

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

I've met depression on numerous days

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

What up girl, tell me how you been

Suicide depression,

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

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,