This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

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

They don't hear the bark

My depression hit hard/

From this pain and depression.

Go where you ain't been

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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