This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

Eventually leading you to depression

But little to no interest after election

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Go where you ain't been

Suicide depression,

From this pain and depression.

Class is in session

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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