This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

My depression hit hard/

Soon as we start

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

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

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

I've met depression on numerous days

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Enough oppression, leading to depression

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Confession! i've never even heard of depression