This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

You're uncool like my mother kin

From this pain and depression.

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,