This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

My depression hit hard/

They don't hear the bark

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

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

I've met depression on numerous days

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

You caught me in a state of depression

I’m smoother than alopecia skin