This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

I've met depression on numerous days

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,