This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

That the world's in great depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Eventually leading you to depression

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

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

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

My position improving, not to mention

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

My depression hit hard/

They don't hear my bark