This is a song about "Mental illness"

Catch you up on places i've been

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation

//as i have an illness and somedays can't rap/talk without it hurting,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I’m attentive my opinion is monumental

Hes fucking insane, retartedly mental

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I go beyond the margin, escaping the mental

If you feel it, it must be real just

He waitin patient a mental patient

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

My trademark im small and mental!

With my infinite potential and my capitalistic mental,

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases