This is a song about "Analysis prolapse"

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

When we bring out them choppers, you gonna have heart attack.

Swear they go hard

Okay, where do i start?

The doctors at the hospital did an analysis

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours