This is a song about "My dads depression"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Enough oppression, leading to depression

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

That the world's in great depression

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

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

But my dads a different story

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Because of my depression i'll never be the same.

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

I've met depression on numerous days

He said that he rather put the pump to his face