This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

She all on my skin

Suicide depression,

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Class is in session

From this pain and depression.

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Cause my mother let me do what i want

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Eventually leading you to depression

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

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