This is a song about "Guns drugs money depression"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

Eventually leading you to depression

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

But i dont carry guns

That was my influence

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

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions