This is a song about "Depression hope"

Depression, confession, ascension we share with each other

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

Time sits still yet to depression i am consigned

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

You caught me in a state of depression

My position improving, not to mention

Depression is a demon every night i hear it's cries

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Smoking weed with depression,

It ain't where i been

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation