This is a song about "Mental abuse from dad clean"

Hes fucking insane, retartedly mental

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Master mind my mental

Father didn't want to hurt the kid but it worsened as he learned the news

I used the pain as an excuse, for what wasnt coveted, for the mental abuse

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Needing money he sold his daddy's ring, bold an mean so far from clean

As i light one for ill will

The herb calm his mental