This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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,

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

3m's on my new balance

But i dont carry guns