This is a song about "Mental"

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

Pop you like pimple/ codiene fucking with my mental

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

I go beyond the margin, escaping the mental

Caught up inside this mental prison

I wonder why we take from our women

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Potions paint me mental pictures

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Master mind my mental

Lady at the frank stand will

Getting in touch with my mental.

As i light one for ill will