This is a song about "Bipolar disorder and then we have any questions about this"

You must have been out your bipolar mind,

You can search but you'll never find

Then have to revist this evil

Never wrong at any level

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

About racism, we would have little agreements in a big way!

We all human and we all have a prejudice

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

On this disorder pull the cord or swing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

But if we want that, then we're gonna have to pray

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

But without any of y'all i couldn’t have written this song.

Then i met you i couldnt have asked for any less,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes