This is a song about "Love hate depression bullies"

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,

I love the money but i hate the cheese

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Eventually leading you to depression

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

But theres one thin line between love and hate

From this pain and depression.

She all on my skin

So if it comes down, may the best man win

That the world's in great depression

And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate