This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

First off congratulations on the win

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I've met depression on numerous days