This is a song about "Mental"

Dehydrated lacking mental facilities

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation

He waitin patient a mental patient

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Is a severe mental illness

Always knew where the pot was

Shit, we don't believe none of them

You mental state deteriorates n,

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

I go beyond the margin, escaping the mental

Caught up inside this mental prison

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Getting in touch with my mental.

Lady at the frank stand will