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

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

That hands you weed and alcohol

And could i be a star

Smoking weed with depression,

She all on my skin

Whilst in a school called junior high

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

But i ain't get to see you today

My flow better than cool j