This is a song about "Physical therapy"

I kill zombies easy physical fatality, ya dont wanna battle me.

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

A coward dies a thousand deaths

If your spits were your physical reps

Third ward general, young cash money

You probably think i need therapy

They like to get physical.

I don't need no single

A while ago we started therapy

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I murder you twice, your physical and your spiritual life

I'm not getting no therapy

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money