This is a song about "Depression anxiety drungs money"

You caught me in a state of depression

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

Eventually leading you to depression

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

Cause you can't truly appreciate the happiness without depression/

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

Can't wait for summer, might just so see a preacher, with my anxiety

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'll start a bout that will leave you in manic depression

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Anxiety turned to anger anger to aggression,

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

I've met depression on numerous days