This is a song about "Therapy"

Off of your melody

And fake friends need some therapy.

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

A while ago we started therapy

Maybe he needs a little therapy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

You probably think i need therapy

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Everything in sight, but the mic was my therapy