This is a song about "Mental i"

I used the pain as an excuse, for what wasnt coveted, for the mental abuse

In bed he wept and seldom slept, he deserved respect to learn the truth

Am i goin insane, or is it the mental state of my brain

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

I go beyond the margin, escaping the mental

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Insomnia is driving me mental,

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The reflections of my mental state, questioning how i can even operate

So stop worrying about me and sympathize with the instrumental/

If you're an enemy, imagine that i get pissed when you cross my mental.

Hes fucking insane, retartedly mental

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I know that this sounds mental,

Yes bitch, that's a presidential