This is a song about "Bipolar disorder"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

They'd tell you i'm some bipolar, steroid user

Acting like you real or something

On this disorder pull the cord or swing

She say boy you bipolar

The flow's cold as a shoulder

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Must be enough to counteract the the bipolar lust,

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

Matter fact, i mortar guys n' before disorder dies, i more than horrify

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Bipolar, i'm manic

Killing these niggas off quick

But i ain't bi-polar!

I think it excited her