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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

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

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

No one likes you man you're a shame, you're crazy you insane?

The game changed me into +a different world+ like dwayne wayne

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Talking about i'm the best rapper fuckers, you bitches take

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

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

J. cole runnin' late

You bitches just spit so much hate

I'm stayin insane i hate to say

As: other plans got in the way