This is a song about "Ar 15 codeine xanax depressed lonely hoes love guns ina"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Ever since then i've been depressed and lonely/it was just me only

Became depressed , all day ate and slept/ hygine wasnt a

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

The request for them to undress, now some of us are depressed

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Lonely hearted in the corner hearing voices in my head.

Clinically depressed,

Never ever pay rent