This is a song about "Crazy people in america"

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Riddelin got people crazy, i dare to swear

Flow exported i was born in america

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

All go crazy for days in amazement

Thoughts are crazy on a level never settled in my conscience

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

And release all the crazy, evil people into humanity/

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty