This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

First off congratulations on the win

Eventually leading you to depression

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

That the world's in great depression

Well baby bot there ain't no question

My talent should take me places i've never been

You caught me in a state of depression

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

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

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

I've met depression on numerous days