This is a song about "Am i a psycho"

Pastries,i am mentally scarred a psycho stuck in these bars like i got life though

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

I can spit intellectual or go straight up psycho

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

But its just the brain what i'm stimulating. i look like a psycho.

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Now i'm feeling like i might go psycho

I go psycho like alfred hitchcock

He say, she say, oh my god

Then take it down slow

I am a fucking wacko

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion