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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Any future we can weave, and if we leave

We all have dreamed about perform on a stage, hundred thousand people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

But we still real brothers

And then you have the nerve

That damier bag i bought her

Think i'm bipolar, and moreover/

That's what rains for

I'm spreading disorder

I was gonna write you a poem today

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

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

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

We all human and we all have a prejudice