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

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Master mind my mental

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Insomnia is driving me mental,

Hes fucking insane, retartedly mental

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

I used to abuse it but now ive learned from all of my flaws

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Getting in touch with my mental.

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

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