This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

From this pain and depression.

You caught me in a state of depression

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

My depression hit hard/

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

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

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Suicide depression,

Class is in session