This is a song about "Thats depression"

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

Rapping is my profession, i am going through a depression

You're uncool like my mother kin

Smoking weed with depression,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Time sits still yet to depression i am consigned

What up girl, tell me how you been

From this pain and depression.

First off congratulations on the win

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

When i'm sober - i'll be in a state of depression