This is a song about "Anxiety depression"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'll start a bout that will leave you in manic depression

My depression hit hard/

They don't hear the bark

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I wish that i could stop and say goodbye to my anxiety.

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I drive that all around

Smoke purp anxiety stays down

I've met depression on numerous days

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

From this pain and depression.

It ain't where i been

Anxiety anxiety, hangs out in my minds eye you see

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free