This is a song about "Being in a lunatic asylum"

I believed in a higher being.

Get off a key like i can’t sing

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

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

In a room full of people so much is being said,

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Blow up and being in a position

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

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

Another love song about shit

An insane lunatic

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

And i was born in a body caged in cells to stay afraid of being okay

Time to wake up lunatic

I'mma let you hang chick