This is a song about "Physical therapy"

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Physical frail but on the mic is invincible

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy

Look it something they can't ever see

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm not getting no 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

Third ward general, young cash money

And fake friends need some therapy.

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

Your stupid ass outside talkin’ ‘bout “get me in!”should’ve known i was a fool, when i moved

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

But ill still have physical scars