This is a song about "Depression"

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Depression, confession, ascension we share with each other

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

This depression feels like being fucking stabbed

No gimmick: real time, real heart

My depression hit hard/

What up girl, tell me how you been

That the world's in great depression

His depression never ceases but he keeps hiding it well

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Depression is an illness

I can teach you all the sounds of love