This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

The bitches is everything in between

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

My depression hit hard/

Know give me a head start

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

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

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