This is a song about "Struggling with depression"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Smoking weed with depression,

Stumbling/ fumbling/ struggling/

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

All my life i've been struggling with myself,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Confession! i've never even heard of depression

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

My depression hit hard/

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

We complain with sobbing, struggling to arrange the options we aim to choose

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth