This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Move like i’m walking with an open case

I've met depression on numerous days

Smoking weed with depression,

She all on my skin

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

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks