This is a song about "Massage therapy"

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

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

Must be something you want me to see

A while ago we started therapy

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

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

And fake friends need some therapy.

She going to borrow some money

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

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

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see