This is a song about "Depression because of a breakup"

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

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

Let em marinate, you forever late

Because right now i'm a walking pile of hate,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You caught me in a state of depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

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Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

When i'm sober - i'll be in a state of depression