This is a song about "Mental case"

Dehydrated lacking mental facilities

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

With my mental sustain

See dog? rap is my aim

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

I know that this sounds mental,

And then i look in my trophy case,

And any connotation is viewed many ways

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I go beyond the margin, escaping the mental

Caught up inside this mental prison

Just to match the grind with precision

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways