This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

My talent should take me places i've never been

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

But i dont carry guns

These chalance give me balance

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

They don't hear my bark

My depression hit hard/

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze