This is a song about "Crazy people in america"

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Thoughts are crazy on a level never settled in my conscience

People say i'm crazy and insane and try to break my stride,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Crazy what people will do to fuck with you and get in your head

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Others are seen crazy like a crackhead in your basement.

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

That scary love, never get married love

Way of seas/ when in america you can flee/ but there was a

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

And release all the crazy, evil people into humanity/

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty