Drake Ghostwrote This Garbage

Heaven is far from homeless
People told me that I'm boneless
Here I am finding my lotus
Depression keepin me out my focus

Homie you can keep your fours
Homie told me he's floored
I just do this shit when I'm bored
Ask me for advise and I'll morn
I've been separating my life with the traction
Counting down my days like when is my action
I've been holding words like I'm a faction
Holding every bit of myself like a ration

How can I explain my depression when I never reached my low?
How can I retain my ascension when I never pull myself through?

Bitch white like a bagel but she plain
Searching for my lettuce under my romaine
Trying to find the peace out this rap game
Cept everyone wanna use me like I'm flame
All these white bitches lookin for tha blow
Ask me for the hooks, homie you already know
Directing with this music, homie call me Maestro
Everyone seem to be focused on that drug dose