This is a song about "Depressing"

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

I live in god's waiting room, depressing as hell

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Of opposing, resenting it, held it in doleful depressing pit

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

I live in god's waiting room, depressing as hell

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth

That hot ham and you not damn, depressing statement

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Everyday she screams, i find these depressing scenes

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

That's the depressing compromise

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

On all the most depressing shit, oh well