This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

That was my influence

But i dont carry guns

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Go where you ain't been

Smoking weed with depression,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

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

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

I've met depression on numerous days

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence