This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Eventually leading you to depression

My position improving, not to mention

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

That was my influence

But i dont carry guns

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin