This is a song about "Thats depression"

So rest your weary heart

My depression hit hard/

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

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

His depression never ceases but he keeps hiding it well

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

Suicide depression,

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

Rapping is my profession, i am going through a depression

Catch you up on places i've been

That the world's in great depression