This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Eventually leading you to depression

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks