This is a song about "Depression fight it"

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

His depression never ceases but he keeps hiding it well

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

If you wanna rumble well then fuck it nigga let's fight

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

That last line i did just caused depression it ain't the end for me and aggression

I been had scuffles but fuck it nigga lets pistol fight

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

You caught me in a state of depression

My position improving, not to mention

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

If you wanna rumble well then fuck it nigga let's fight

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

This track got you overwhelmed don't fight it

And i don't wanna fight it

With g's in my pocket