This is a song about "Depressed habits"

Its like day n nite, malice in my habits

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Yes a man can feel just as depressed,

Kill bad habits, that's my thing

Hating my macking, they asking

Im confused and distressed, happy yet im depressed

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

Look, i tried to call it quits

You see its one of my habits

But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,

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