This is a song about "Getting through depression"

This depression feels like being fucking stabbed

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Depression, confession, ascension we share with each other

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Eventually leading you to depression

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

You caught me in a state of depression

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Only way settle my depression with rapping

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Class is in session

Suicide depression,