This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Catch you up on places i've been

That the world's in great depression

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

But i dont carry guns

3m's on my new balance

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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*)

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Eventually leading you to depression