This is a song about "Depression and death"

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

Eventually leading you to depression

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

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

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

And death, beaten will decay

Gotta say it was a good day

And now the chance of my death increases.

Together all the timethought it was true love

I can taste the salt from my tears

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,