This is a song about "Physical therapy"

Trauma on my mental, as well as my physical

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

Third ward general, young cash money

A while ago we started therapy

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

Yeah, the pains of growing old are physical but mental, true

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Physical time on this earth short, but my legend will last

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Extend the rhymes to fit your mental and physical,

I'm not getting no therapy

And now that i’m getting money

You probably think i need therapy

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money