This is a song about "Depression and love and boys"

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

Against them boys pushin and shovin you around

From this pain and depression.

What up girl, tell me how you been

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise