This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

But i dont carry guns

3m's on my new balance

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Eventually leading you to depression

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

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

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

My position improving, not to mention

You caught me in a state of depression