I considered, would the fans stick with me through kemo? Assuming all the girl fans would leave me though I considered would they notice if I wore bigger hats? Should I wear a bandana and how would I go about that? I released a mixtape with no money to spread it So it sat there as people who’d love it completely neglect it And mentally breaking down, I was forced to accept it Cause once again in my life, I was completely rejected I thought the mix tape would bring me back But in fact, it just pushed me further into collapse Then half my team left, and I just cracked And everything sort of blacks out after that So to stop the thoughts I started smoking mad weed Considered if the devils offers would set me free I started reading power books and ironically It started having this weird power over me Cause it was all a process and I started to see How it’s a political not talented industry Cause I only shook like one other rappers hand And the things he did to make it I don’t want to do man But months later got the iTunes check and on the spot Spent the whole thing going straight to the doc Sitting in the waiting room was the scariest thing ever Hoping he’d come in and prescribe things to make me better Instead he came in, and he sat down Scanned some shit and he said “Let’s see now,” He asked if I had a past with depression And I said, “Why everybody always ask me that question?” Then I told him I read symptoms on the net Then he said “That’s the worst place to check!