This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

Enough oppression, leading to depression

My depression hit hard/

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice