This is a song about "Psych"

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

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

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

So many psych. books you would think i am crazy

Psych my mind and tell me it'll be useless

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm not moving like a cartoon

My book case looks like a psych. room

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

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