This is a song about "Bipolar looser"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Must be enough to counteract the the bipolar lust,

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

You must have been out your bipolar mind,

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

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

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Think i'm bipolar, and moreover/

But i ain't bi-polar!

That's what rains for

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

You're just a fuckin' looser, weirdo, or maybe a pervert.

Bipolar, i'm manic

My bitches pure thick

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Slap the shit out of the abuser and let him know his a punk ass looser