This is a song about "Massage therapy"

Fuck fame, fuck money

I'm not getting no therapy

Everything in sight, but the mic was my therapy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

Damn instead of rap maybe i need therapy, because of my rarity,what other

And fake friends need some therapy.

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

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

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Maybe he needs a little therapy

You probably think i need therapy

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody