This is a song about "Tim hortons depression"

That the world's in great depression

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Go where you ain't been

Smoking weed with 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 caught me in a state of depression

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

When you ain't got no education

Enough oppression, leading to depression

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Snitches here don't got no heart

My depression hit hard/