This is a song about "Getting through depression"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

You caught me in a state of depression

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Smoking weed with depression,

She all on my skin

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

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

Depression is an illness

That's why i shine like i does

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Suicide depression,

Eventually leading you to depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin