This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

And any connotation is viewed many ways

I've met depression on numerous days

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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