This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Suicide depression,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

Soon as we start

My depression hit hard/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience