This is a song about "Clinical panther"

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

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

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Clinical pain, i have a fuckin cynical brain,

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

That just makes them a nobody, a failure as an individual,

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

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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

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

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

Clinical insanity driven by all of the received torment

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Stole my stripes from the pelt of a now panther