This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Eventually leading you to depression

But little to no interest after election

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

No money, power, or drugs,

Catch you up on places i've been

That the world's in great depression

It ain't where i been

Suicide depression,

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

You caught me in a state of depression

My position improving, not to mention