This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Smoking weed with depression,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

But i dont carry guns

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

From this pain and depression.