This is a song about "Brain disorder jokes"

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

And then along came the wrong man for her

Attention deficit disorder

Matter fact, i mortar guys n' before disorder dies, i more than horrify

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch

You can call me a faggot and make jokes bout my crotch,

Stupid racist jokes can surprise you like a pop quiz

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

He's has a mean stare but usually crack's jokes

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Jokes on you i don't have a car