This is a song about "Depression becoming happy"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

That the world's in great depression

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

I've met depression on numerous days

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Who you were becoming

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

As minds are becoming complete,

Smoking weed with depression,

Go where you ain't been

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Enough oppression, leading 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,