This is a song about "Therapy"

I'm not getting no therapy

Dc, man over money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And fake friends need some therapy.

Everything in sight, but the mic was my therapy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I reel them in, goadomes on see

A while ago we started therapy

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Damn instead of rap maybe i need therapy, because of my rarity,what other

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

You probably think i need therapy

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy