This is a song about "Love money weed afraid life depression dream"

It ain't where i been

Suicide depression,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And i need you to show me love

I dream of good life and riches

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Cause life pales in comparison to living the dream

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Smoking weed with depression,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet