This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Well baby bot there ain't no question

You caught me in a state of depression

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

Eventually leading you to depression

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Enough oppression, leading to depression

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