This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

From this pain and depression.

Double mg not to mention

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

You caught me in a state of depression

Well baby bot there ain't no question

My depression hit hard/

And by the way i'mma start