This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

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

Suicide depression,

Go where you ain't been

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

My position improving, not to mention

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*)

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo