This is a song about "Depression and death"

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

I hope she's blessed and her mom copes with the death

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

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

Yeah ain't that what the song say

And death, beaten will decay

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Me and my crew the best we do this to the death

And other times i could only settle my depression with rapping,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive