This is a song about "My addiction to depression"

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Rap like an addiction to smack, answers lack, click clack can't rap back.

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

An addition with addiction leads to evictions and questions

Yalls struggling like a vampire allergic to blood but has a blood addiction

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

Just like i did with addiction i'm 'bout to kick it

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Time sits still yet to depression i am consigned

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

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