This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Eventually leading you to depression

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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*)

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

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

From this pain and depression.

No money, power, or drugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

You caught me in a state of depression

You're uncool like my mother kin