This is a song about "Massage therapy"

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Maybe he needs a little therapy

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Everything in sight, but the mic was my 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

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy

You probably think i need therapy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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