This is a song about "Massage therapy"

I'm not getting no therapy

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

You probably think i need therapy

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

And fake friends need some therapy.

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

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Maybe he needs a little therapy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free