This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Eventually leading you to depression

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

From this pain and depression.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Put expressions in their music and create the face

I've met depression on numerous days

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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