This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Suicide depression,

She all on my skin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree