This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

I've met depression on numerous days

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

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

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions