This is a song about "Depression with no swearing"

With no guns and no shields

And all my childhood memories

Eventually leading you to depression

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

My depression hit hard/

They don't hear my bark

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My two nines go biya biya when i shoot 'emkorean motherfuckers was crooked

Like, what's the matter with swearing, i must be battling a little kid

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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