This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

No money, power, or drugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

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

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

My depression hit hard/

So rest your weary heart

Catch you up on places i've been

That the world's in great depression