This is a song about "Brain is locked up"

And i'll end up in a bed up in the hospital locked,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Her screaming, "you will be locked up with tape over your mouth"

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

My brain is swelling up with all this herbal lovage

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

My brain is the haziest, come up with some amazing shit

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact