This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

You caught me in a state of depression

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

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

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

That the world's in great depression

Double mg not to mention

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

What up girl, tell me how you been

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

I've met depression on numerous days