This is a song about "Emotional development"

Early in the development "special" list,my flows are pestilent known to leave

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Ain't there to help when caught in an emotional whirlwind

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Emotional or physical either way it's cynical.

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

Development to try make it intelligent, irrelevant. signs of the subject

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

And it'll keep eating till it takes an emotional toll

This is like love, that you can never get

I've reached my emotional limit