This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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*)

Back with a vengeance

But i dont carry guns