This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

That the world's in great depression

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I've met depression on numerous days

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

Smoking weed with depression,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

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

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