This is a song about "Being broke and depressed"

And i'm convinced we're broke,

I fucking hate this job

It made me depressed, and i confess, i lied to your face,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

And i do confess that i am a mess, every other day depressed

Hold my tears i tried my best

A childhood being depressed,

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

This shit cost money and i'm always fucking broke,