This is a song about "Depression and trailer parks"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

It ain't where i been

Smoking weed with depression,

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

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

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

I've met depression on numerous days

By blasting up theme parks

Please correct me, stretch marks

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

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