This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

You caught me in a state of depression

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Eventually leading you to depression

So if it comes down, may the best man win

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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

Smoking weed with depression,

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks