This is a song about "Loose skitzo"

Matrimony stuck together like some loose leaf

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Yo gonna loose and fail anyways

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

A professional masseuse diagnosed with being loose,

So when i'm hurt i let loose

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Writing like i'm running on the loose,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Imma make it lil loose

High as shit, i’m in a booth

When they hear me rocking the groove

But we dont fucking loose,