This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

That the world's in great depression

You're uncool like my mother kin

Through thick and thin

Suicide depression,

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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