This is a song about "Psych"

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

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

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

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

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

My book case looks like a psych. room

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

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

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Psych my mind and tell me it'll be useless

So many psych. books you would think i am crazy

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby