This is a song about "Depression my mom weed alcohol high school fake friends j"

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All these rappers complain about fake friends

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Then you look like a fucking fool

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Smoking weed with depression,

We going weed, women and some alcohol

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

We be in the party like we own that bar

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Rapping is my profession, i am going through a depression

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

That high school sounded cool