This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

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

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Well baby bot there ain't no question

From this pain and depression.

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

And inside they think rap's soft

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence