This is a song about "Bitches murder weed hoes fuckers sex crazy insane hate killer assassin honduran"

Yes i'm a little crazy so you can call me insane

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

This a different motor man better go to work

Neighbors thought i was crazy cookoo insane disturbed

You feel it from your head to your toes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Crazy,psychotic or even insane