This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

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

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Catch you up on places i've been

Suicide depression,

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

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