This is a song about "Lonelyness depression"

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Eventually leading you to depression

Cause you can't truly appreciate the happiness without depression/

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

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

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

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

This depression feels like being fucking stabbed

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Depression is an illness

On the slow jam of love

You caught me in a state of depression

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Time sits still yet to depression i am consigned