This is a song about "Cutting and depression"

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

That the world's in great depression

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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