This is a song about "Blue clues depression murders"

I've met depression on numerous days

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Class is in session

Smoking weed with depression,

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

You caught me in a state of depression

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

So many would say you lose, let me investigate like blues clues,

Blasting out some backyard

My depression hit hard/

Rapping is my profession, i am going through a depression

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Cause i guess all this love shit, it just fuckin murders me