This is a song about "Concept of wellness"

Been a star since i was back in one time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

A pro with the prose, what a concept

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe

So here i am at the store for some chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Now your seeking for wellness, it all ends with you on oprah's next help list

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby