This is a song about "Depression about a boy"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Rapping is my profession, i am going through a depression

Just to let you know, you are

Paper boy make you a believer

She sure does talk a a lot about dick, boy she must be in that genital phase

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Thats the life when your just a boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

When i was just a boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I'll start a bout that will leave you in manic depression

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Depression is a demon every night i hear it's cries

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america