This is a song about "Depressed"

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

Yo i've been thinkin' 'bout my life since i became depressed,

But you still give me shit for being so depressed,

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

They end up repressed and depressed

Hold up yea we the best

Yo i've been thinkin' 'bout my life since i became depressed,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

But i dont fucking care, cuz im so depressed,

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Before i was wit you i was feelin kinda depressed,

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

But no matter how depressed i get

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet