This is a song about "Depression from ex girlfriend"

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

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

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You feel it from your head to your toes

That the world's in great depression

Double mg not to mention

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Plottin' don’t even worry

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

My position improving, not to mention

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

Depression is an illness

Let's have a toast for this new love