This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Amen, they say you only live once

No money, power, or drugs,

But little to no interest after election

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

That the world's in great depression

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Smoking weed with depression,

Class is in session

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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