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

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

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

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

I'm stayin insane i hate to say

Oh, why do i live this way

It feels like i'm goin' insane, am i the one who's crazy?

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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