This is a song about "Mental"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

With my infinite potential and my capitalistic mental,

Caught up inside this mental prison

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Pop you like pimple/ codiene fucking with my mental

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

He waitin patient a mental patient

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

And after this, go ahead call me mental

You all niggas ain't even on my level

He's mental on any instrumental

Potions paint me mental pictures

The way i'm sorting these pitchers