This is a song about "Bullies and depression"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

And other times i could only settle my depression with rapping,

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

As those bullies played there sick and twisted game,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Smoking weed with depression,

Go where you ain't been

Eventually leading you to depression

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

You caught me in a state of depression

Cut after bleeding cut cover his wrists, depression persists and his aggression exists

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

What up girl, tell me how you been

Sometimes i get really bad depression,