This is a song about "Life and depression"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

My depression hit hard/

Snitches here don't got no heart

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

I'm stomping shit before and after life

Like my life seems fine and full of life

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I've met depression on numerous days

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

How's your life feel after all this damn depression,

That the world's in great depression

You're uncool like my mother kin