This is a song about "Mental disorders"

The herb calm his mental

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Caught up inside this mental prison

Cold, my style making my nose run

My mental state is declining

I was born to do the damn thing

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Master mind my mental

As i light one for ill will

Getting in touch with my mental.

With my mental sustain

Now that's what you call a game

He's mental on any instrumental

Roll up and inhale, i live next to denzel

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

But hey yo look, money from across the street