This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

That the world's in great depression

You're uncool like my mother kin

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Back with a vengeance

But i dont carry guns

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

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

I've met depression on numerous days

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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