This is a song about "Mental break"

(8 second instrumental break)

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

With business hoes an college strippers

Potions paint me mental pictures

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

With my infinite potential and my capitalistic mental,

I go beyond the margin, escaping the mental

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Take a kitkat take a break,

They say them colors must be fake

And after this, go ahead call me mental

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Miami nights, ain't another one

Caught up inside this mental prison