This is a song about "Depression and cutting"

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

That last line i did just caused depression it ain't the end for me and aggression

My depression hit hard/

Snitches here don't got no heart

Already hating shit and pissing off and cutting wrists

The last of a dying breed too many whack artists

Suicide depression,

Through thick and thin

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

See this depression and aspergers and god knows what else

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

You caught me in a state of depression

I roam like phone with no vocal reception