This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

My depression hit hard/

Snitches here don't got no heart

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Hold it..now thank you for silence

But i dont carry guns

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,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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