This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

That the world's in great depression

You're uncool like my mother kin

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I've met depression on numerous days

Suicide depression,

She all on my skin

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

No money, power, or drugs,