This is a song about "Making depressions trend"

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Clothes i wear, start to trend living this life hope it never ends

Throwing you off making you drool

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Sometime, somewhere, i'll end up nowhere like an old trend

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Making me smile (making me smile------) can't

Trend to wallow in pain, when the vomitspitting wane

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

De la soul is from the soul

For making an asshole

Rawest practice and making

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I’m a star in the making

Why not me the same thing