This is a song about "Cognitive behavioral therapy"

Everything in sight, but the mic was my therapy

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

Damn instead of rap maybe i need therapy, because of my rarity,what other

You probably think i need therapy

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I'm not getting no therapy

But make sure if they do see

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

And fake friends need some therapy.

But before then i need therapy, for this parody, that i let get out of control carelessly

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee