This is a song about "Trauma"

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Trauma on my mental, as well as my physical

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

It's spectacular; my lyrics are causing blunt-force trauma.

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

Only suffered threw trauma couldnt fast forward or take a break with a comma,