This is a song about "Psych"

Cause them wolf gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

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

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

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

My book case looks like a psych. room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

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

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Psych my mind and tell me it'll be useless

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

So many psych. books you would think i am crazy