This is a song about "Massage therapy"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy

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

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Everything in sight, but the mic was my therapy

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I'm not getting no therapy

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

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

Maybe he needs a little therapy

A military mind mean money