This is a song about "Rehab"

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

The next rap jihad sends you in rehab like he had

But your rhymes have less substance than rehab clinics.

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars