This is a song about "Analysis prolapse"

My team running and we can't fall!

Mirror mirror on the wall

You other guys think otherwise cause i don't pull the franklin's out

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Guess i'll just throw my words/

The birds i knew flip birds

Pull out the chloropromazine and the fucking gasoline

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

And actually put out a rhyme

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

It's about to fall off,

They right too cause

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Out luck, rusted clutch, td has put you in a crutch.

Mami told me son, hold your own

Put my number in your phone