This is a song about "Mental depression"

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Snitches here don't got no heart

My depression hit hard/

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Hes fucking insane, retartedly mental

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

The herb calm his mental

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Rapping is my profession, i am going through a depression

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

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