This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

It ain't where i been

Suicide depression,

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs