This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

I've met depression on numerous days

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Long as she come to me first

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

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

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups