This is a song about "Retro therapy"

A while ago we started therapy

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Maybe he needs a little therapy

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And fake friends need some therapy.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

But before then i need therapy, for this parody, that i let get out of control carelessly

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I'm not getting no therapy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Everything in sight, but the mic was my therapy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see