This is a song about "Depression and trailer parks"

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Rural trailer parks, suburban apartments, they're feeding ya,

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

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

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

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

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

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

Well baby bot there ain't no question

That the world's in great depression

My depression hit hard/

Blasting out some backyard