This is a song about "Depressed for years"

I've been in the bay for years,

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

So here i am at the store for some chips

You and your girl have been together for 2 years

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Dreamed about it for five years straight.

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

And his been doing it for years im out cheers

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Desperate for a check with a sum, depressed and act savage

No, no, we are not those

For 12 years,no new hoes!