This is a song about "Depression rhymes"

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

I've met depression on numerous days

His depression never ceases but he keeps hiding it well

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

You're uncool like my mother kin

Smoking weed with depression,

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Time sits still yet to depression i am consigned

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This depression feels like being fucking stabbed

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Suicide depression,

Gin makes me sin