This is a song about "Depression and scurry"

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

Sky high, iced out paradise

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

And my depression is slowly becoming a misconception of who i really am,

From this pain and depression.

Go where you ain't been

So rest your weary heart

My depression hit hard/

Smoking weed with depression,

Catch you up on places i've been

Suicide depression,

Gin makes me sin

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

When i'm sober - i'll be in a state of depression