This is a song about "Psychology observations"

But if you expected that, then i guess you don't know my psychology

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Where greatness isn't celebrated, remains without observations,

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Where greatness isn't celebrated, remains without observations,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

She going to borrow some money

And need psychology