This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Smoking weed with depression,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Eventually leading you to depression