This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

That the world's in great depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

They don't hear my bark

My depression hit hard/

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

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

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

From this pain and depression.

Catch you up on places i've been