This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

That was my influence

But i dont carry guns

You're uncool like my mother kin

Smoking weed with depression,

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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