This is a song about "Depression and trailer parks"

Suicide depression,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

So go back to your cave and ride back to your trailer park,

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Please correct me, stretch marks

By blasting up theme parks

I be eating her pussy, i flick the clit quick, now i'm sucking on her tits

Cut after bleeding cut cover his wrists, depression persists and his aggression exists

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Keep this passage coming, get the #shaft like gordon parks,

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts