This is a song about "Mental i"

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

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

Bounding vitality but i reached my mental capacity, its my insanity

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Reason i need mental help / doing a killing spree is all i see / the system

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Such an influential source, i need a mental pause

At least i can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect folks on my mental level

On another level of devil so double the bass and hit the treble