This is a song about "Occupational therapy"

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

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

Fuck that now trying get the money

I'm not getting no therapy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

And fake friends need some therapy.

She going to borrow some money

You probably think i need therapy

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Everything in sight, but the mic was my therapy

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Maybe he needs a little therapy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see