This is a song about "Mental"

Caught up inside this mental prison

She watchin' that oxygen

Is a severe mental illness

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Potions paint me mental pictures

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Dehydrated lacking mental facilities

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Riding around with ms. reece and them

You mental state deteriorates n,

Getting in touch with my mental.

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

I know that this sounds mental,

Caught up inside this mental prison

Lord knows that four door fit eight women