This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

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

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

He appreciates your support

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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,

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

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