This is a song about "Rehab"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

But your rhymes have less substance than rehab clinics.

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

The next rap jihad sends you in rehab like he had

You loose ,yeah rehab,we roll with the god x2

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

I tried to fit and admit this bad ship to go through rehab.

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Someone open up a rap rehab, it's for a good cause