This is a song about "Cutting and depression"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

I've met depression on numerous days

A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Cutting up the skin and there pulmonary veins and ill tape it

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

That last line i did just caused depression it ain't the end for me and aggression

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Cutting the bull like me and the blade double teaming the ox

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

What up girl, tell me how you been

From this pain and depression.

She all on my skin