This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Catch you up on places i've been

That the world's in great depression

My depression hit hard/

No gimmick: real time, real heart

From this pain and depression.

Double mg not to mention

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Enough oppression, leading to depression

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

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

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see