This is a song about "Clinical diagnostics"

Mcing in clinical submission, miracle musician

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Alcoholics not even be sicker than me, show me the diagnostics/

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

I ain't clinical but your minimal syllable bars are not fixable

And they just make me angry so i’m crazy, maybe i’m cynical,

My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Clinical pain, i have a fuckin cynical brain,

Clinical insanity driven by all of the received torment

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

#clinical insanity my brain flooded in genetical systems, belonging in therapies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice