This is a song about "Deep depressing raps"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The ref is yelling, its a blessing though i'm guessing to y'all its depressing

Your own creation of madness crawls deep,

I can always go home and look down my street

When did my problems get so deep?

Yea i'm missin some sleep

I'm a beast with the raps,

Man it’s the killer tracks

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Enough of the weakened raps

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

That hot ham and you not damn, depressing statement

Shit, my raps cut so deep my lyrics are straight razors,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Everyday she screams, i find these depressing scenes

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams