This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Eventually leading you to depression

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

So rest your weary heart

My depression hit hard/

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

No money, power, or drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win