This is a song about "Depression oppression"

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

She all on my skin

Suicide depression,

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

From this pain and depression.

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

My position improving, not to mention

I've met depression on numerous days

They say that i never cease to amaze

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some