You Ain’t Good for My Mental Health

Dear Bitch, if you think this song is about you,

it is. Go fuck yourself. Go fuck yourself. Go fuck yourself. Go fuck yourself.

Go fuck yourself. Go fuck yourself. You bitches ain't good for my mental health.

I used to think pics of bitches sitting on the sink was the best

view ever till I finally learned to blink. Now I see what happens when

I skeet and bitch is raw, an attitude that make me want to tee 'em

in the jaw. I tried peace, I tried growth, I tried texting back nice.

Still stressed out, staring holes through my ice. Now my circle real small,