This is a song about "Mom dieing because of alcohol and me suffering from depression"

If you ain't about money

My mom and pops didn't want me

Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

And my depression is slowly becoming a misconception of who i really am,

Because of my depression i'll never be the same.

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

Because i thought my mom would love me more/ nothing but a

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And i'll enjoy your suffering,