This is a song about "Mental suffering"

My future's an enigma, it's suffering or this bullet

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Cause suffering to all of the others

Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

To me, your suffering will mean nothing more than whatever

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Getting in touch with my mental.

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Never wish this upon any of enemies, father suffering the penalties

I enjoy others suffering what's wrong with that

The jager in my cup is licorice black

My trademark im small and mental!

Yes bitch, that's a presidential