This is a song about "Depression and trailer parks"

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

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I've met depression on numerous days

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I used to live in them trailer parks across all of alabama,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Smoking weed with depression,

Go where you ain't been

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

If you wanna be the first to drive mini stars to parks

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards