This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Competition on the court

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

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

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Class is in session

Smoking weed with depression,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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