This is a song about "Weed and depression"

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

See this depression and aspergers and god knows what else

Class is in session

Suicide depression,

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

We can't catch the beat

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

From this pain and depression.

Double mg not to mention

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

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Yeah hail mary full of grace