Suicidal thoughts

Who the fuck is this
Paging me at 1147 at night
While I’m feeling alright
It’s my homie depression when the message 
Saying he saw my bitch out here
Sneaking lying and messing
Damn I had a good day
Now I’m all up no words to say
Well where you seen her at
In your dreams my nigga
Woke up couldn’t breathe you sure
You seen my missa 
He said yea
Fuck your heart you need to listen to your head
Damn homie now I’m up and can’t sleep
Calling everybody
Nobody picking up for me
He said it’s okay just talk to me
I said depression what tf you mean
He said she don’t love leave that hoe alone
Matta fact mind as well take the 9 to the dome
Boom boom
There’s knock
Her go my homie heart telling me just stop
Stop listening and feel what you feel
You going be alright nigga we to live
My heart talking to my brain like nigga just chill
You gon get us smoked over a bitch with a kid
Now you trippin you really need to open your eyes 
Stop answering the phone ever time mind dials
I said you right so what we do next
Heart said close you eyes wake up
And say fuck your ex
Move on to the top 
Chase a bag n not a dream
Mannn I can’t believe we almost died
Listening to a fucking dream!!