This is a song about "Psych"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Observin' their plat flows, viewin' their bars, their psych, givin me methods//

So many psych. books you would think i am crazy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Psych my mind and tell me it'll be useless

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Im scared to die psych, no longer afraid of fright death will come despite

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

My book case looks like a psych. room

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Psych! already tried before, that phone call equals a fueled strike/

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride