This is a song about "Psych"

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

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

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

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

My book case looks like a psych. room

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

So many psych. books you would think i am crazy

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Psych my mind and tell me it'll be useless

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

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence