This is a song about "Analysis prolapse"

Head bangs, back n' forth / it's attached to the strap of an elastic chord

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

And throw her shit in the hall

Bitch, i was born to ball

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Gunna slip if i try and do it

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

The unpredictable criminal have you leaking out your occipital

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

Beat around the bush, told you be straight up

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

You must have been out your bipolar mind,

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Now we're goin' back and forth with the flow like meth and red,