This is a song about "Depressed white dude"

Lucifer, you already got stomped dude!!

Pockets probably like fried food

They end up repressed and depressed

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

I'm not amused things start to make me depressed

Got me feelin a lil depressed

Carol city or was it the west

Im confused and distressed, happy yet im depressed

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

I must go like fly route

You should be with some other dude

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Now i'm in college and you're hollering like i'm a white dude.

As i come off as best, above the rest, others become depressed,

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend