This is a song about "Mental and emotional wellbeing"

And after this, go ahead call me mental

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Master of the quotables so please dont get emotional

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

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

Period i'm done with being your emotional scapegoat,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I've reached my emotional limit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Paintin mental pictures with a verbal stencil and slippers on

And spilling my knowledge and mental process, enough to

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you