This is a song about "Am i a psychology"

Ignore me because i am a broken child

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

I am a redetermined, project changing from a pothead, to a blockhead,

I am not a lair just speak defamation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But if you expected that, then i guess you don't know my psychology

Momma said i am a hell

Let me call that hotel

"eye in a triangle, i am reliable"

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

I am a fucking wacko

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow