This is a song about "Depression girls chicken lovers baseball"

I've met depression on numerous days

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Smoking weed with depression,

What up girl, tell me how you been

So if it comes down, may the best man win

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

But i see other people every day with their lovers

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

My depression hit hard/

They don't hear my bark