This is a song about "Crazy people"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Combating as crazy

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

You may say i'm crazy

People think i'm crazy, because of the rhymes that i write

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Who know this be the life that i really live

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

His smile drives me crazy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Riddelin got people crazy, i dare to swear

I'm nuts man i'm crazy

My lady, my baby