This is a song about "Depression fight it"

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

What up girl, tell me how you been

That the world's in great depression

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Yeah that's right it was a cat fight. two one eight

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

So me and my girl get it a fight,

These haters hope i hurry up and die

I don't even fight it, like why try?

I been had scuffles but fuck it nigga lets pistol fight

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

How can we fight back, when we couldn't occupy it

You caught me in a state of depression

The world should turn as soon as my records spin