This is a song about "Depressed over a ex bestfriend"

The same shit over and over it's like a record skipping

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

And i do confess that i am a mess, every other day depressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

But i think i like that, just maybe

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

I'm stressed, depressed so i pick up a pen

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

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

Everyone looks over, a proofreader glance

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

I reel them in, goadomes on see