This is a song about "Statistical validity"

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

You suck like a hoover, i'm here to end your term, sir

That’s just something worth writing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

100 dollar worth of strong

But just when it gets good, she's gone

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Thinking about your belief in the term religion

Nothing i'm worth shit they don't say it

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Like a south paw you get letand every breath i breathe untill the moment i'm deceased

Aligned myself with emcees so prestige believe, mainstream leaves ya brain size decreased

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Mislead, zombie effect, redirect to the clinic to be checked,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect