This is a song about "Psych"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

So many psych. books you would think i am crazy

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

My book case looks like a psych. room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Let's have a toast for this new love

Psych my mind and tell me it'll be useless

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

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

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

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike