This is a song about "Depression no swearing"

My depression hit hard/

And by the way i'mma start

I don't like you touching my things that's why i'm cursing and swearing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

Enough oppression, leading to depression

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Choosing my rhymes layering my lines swearing at all times carrying nines/

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

I'll start a bout that will leave you in manic depression

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

You're uncool like my mother kin