This is a song about "Affection of depression"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

From these objects of affection,

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Suicide depression,

It ain't where i been

And id like to love her with affection

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

You caught me in a state of depression

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I've met depression on numerous days

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

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man