This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

That the world's in great depression

What up girl, tell me how you been

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Enough oppression, leading to depression

From this pain and depression.

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

You caught me in a state of depression