This is a song about "Cutting and depression"

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

I've met depression on numerous days

That the world's in great depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

You caught me in a state of depression

My position improving, not to mention

Fuck it, i'm done

I'm cutting off your fun

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady