This is a song about "Fighting depression"

Depression, confession, ascension we share with each other

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

So here i am at the store for some chips

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

Depression is an illness

Here i go again, falling in love

Keep fighting , keep believing

I was born to do the damn thing

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

Go where you ain't been

Smoking weed with depression,