This is a song about "Crazy people in america"

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

And release all the crazy, evil people into humanity/

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Thoughts are crazy on a level never settled in my conscience

Remember fucking you for the first time in your basement/man that shit was crazy

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Some people believe not to a full extent say im crazy theyd shoot up innocents

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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