This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

You caught me in a state of depression

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Eventually leading you to depression

That the world's in great depression

What up girl, tell me how you been

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

Suicide depression,

Go where you ain't been

My depression hit hard/

Blasting out some backyard

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

All you need is your passport

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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