This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

You caught me in a state of depression

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio