This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

You're uncool like my mother kin

Eventually leading you to depression

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

You caught me in a state of depression

Well baby bot there ain't no question

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,