This is a song about "Scooter depression"

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

Depression, confession, ascension we share with each other

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

Enough oppression, leading to depression

My position improving, not to mention

I'll start a bout that will leave you in manic depression

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

His depression never ceases but he keeps hiding it well

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

See this depression and aspergers and god knows what else