This is a song about "Bipolar disorder"

Think i'm bipolar, and moreover/

While you starin' over your shoulder

Well, that's what you are

I'm spreading disorder

Ill mortar guys and before disorder dies i more than horrify//

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Attention deficit disorder

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

You must have been out your bipolar mind,

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

On this disorder pull the cord or swing

Go pop some pills or something