This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

What up girl, tell me how you been

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine