This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

Back with a vengeance

But i dont carry guns

It ain't where i been

Suicide depression,

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

From this pain and depression.

Double mg not to mention