This is a song about "Depressed habits"

I do too many drugs, and i have too many habits

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Yes a man can feel just as depressed,

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

The request for them to undress, now some of us are depressed

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

My talent's erratic, i'll channel my malice at your whackest of habits

Clinically depressed,

Niggas in the street scared

Sleeping habits adapted to the moon's orbit

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Get depressed, commit suicide, manic

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You see its one of my habits