This is a song about "Bipolar disorder"

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

You must have been out your bipolar mind,

To impress a chick

Bipolar, i'm manic

I feel like deaths around the corner

Attention deficit disorder

She say boy you bipolar

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Its four now, the clubs over

But i ain't bi-polar!

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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

Poke out from behind her

I'm spreading disorder