This is a song about "Wee mental davie"

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Regards its a paradox,displacin ur mental,

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

With my infinite potential and my capitalistic mental,

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation

See these lights got me on another level

Insomnia is driving me mental,

Ha, running rebel on another level

He's mental on any instrumental

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I go beyond the margin, escaping the mental