This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

You caught me in a state of depression

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

My position improving, not to mention

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

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Eventually leading you to depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

I've met depression on numerous days

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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