This is a song about "Retro therapy"

Scab, fix up look shop joe

Roaming the streets wearing retro

I'm not getting no therapy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

And all women who had light features, see

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

Hey, must be the money

And fake friends need some therapy.

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 a g, and this is something you can't see

A while ago we started therapy

Can even afford retro fours

Metaphor, chilling with better whores