This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

I've met depression on numerous days

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

But i dont carry guns

That was my influence

From this pain and depression.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see