This is a song about "Mental hospitals"

Lady at the frank stand will

I know that this sounds mental,

Caught up inside this mental prison

Catch you up on places i've been

Talking about the god you serve

Potions paint me mental pictures

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

This is my thought pleas tell me im not mental

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Never wrong at any level

The herb calm his mental

Dehydrated lacking mental facilities

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation