This is a song about "Massage therapy"

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

A while ago we started therapy

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Maybe he needs a little therapy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy

Everybody finger point in your direction

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

You probably think i need therapy