This is a song about "Bipolar"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Must be enough to counteract the the bipolar lust,

Bipolar, i'm manic

She's cute but her forehead's big

Say bye bye to her

She say boy you bipolar

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

You must have been out your bipolar mind,

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

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

And i ain't frontin for her

Think i'm bipolar, and moreover/

But i ain't bi-polar!

You know...you know who you are