This is a song about "Depression drugs stop"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

But i'm too addicted to these drugs so safe to say i can't stop/

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

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

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

How's your life feel after all this damn depression,