This is a song about "Occupational therapy"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Maybe he needs a little therapy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But before then i need therapy, for this parody, that i let get out of control carelessly

You probably think i need therapy

I just want somebody i can see

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

And fake friends need some therapy.

I'm not getting no therapy

They say nothings ever free

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Everything in sight, but the mic was my therapy