This is a song about "Psych ward"

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

There's a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward

Be a coward be a squid ward cause you all are retarded

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Psych my mind and tell me it'll be useless

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

From greater algiers all the way out to the ninth ward,

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Meanwhile six headed demons take my hand to show me round this ghost ward