This is a song about "Clinical panther"

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Clinical pain, i have a fuckin cynical brain,

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

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

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

Clinical insanity driven by all of the received torment

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

Bet you didn't expect it, i don't do things expected, and predictable

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Stole my stripes from the pelt of a now panther

Mcing in clinical submission, miracle musician

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition