This is a song about "Weed and depression"

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

From the back seat, back seat

Smoking weed with depression,

She all on my skin

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

With some weed and a cup

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

See this depression and aspergers and god knows what else

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

We never tattle, let god handle that

Smoking weed and listening to rap