This is a song about "Mental floss"

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Master mind my mental

I floss dawg and i stay wit my jewels on.

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

My mental state is declining

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Sometimes i think, what i need

Fists will dent you, get you tossed- i spit true mint, no dental floss.//

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

I go beyond the margin, escaping the mental

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Oldest nation on this earth

Potions paint me mental pictures

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

You say you're a boss like you ever floss