This is a song about "Depression and trailer parks"

See this depression and aspergers and god knows what else

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Move like i’m walking with an open case

I've met depression on numerous days

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

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

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

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

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

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

That last line i did just caused depression it ain't the end for me and aggression

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

My talent should take me places i've never been

My rapping moves on ,from the depression