This is a song about "Trauma"

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

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

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Trauma on my mental, as well as my physical

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

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