This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Eventually leading you to depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You're uncool like my mother kin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

I've met depression on numerous days

Suicide depression,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

From this pain and depression.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin