This is a song about "Going insane from seeing elder gods"

And i keep on seeing signs as the days are going by that

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Thanks to me your a drug fiend and going insane

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

This pain i can't contain but i can fucken re frame from going insane

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

To much to see,man im going insane

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

They got me trapped

Seeing ghosts from the past

Seeing ghosts from the past

And i can write a hook fast

I'm going insane throwing death adders from jacobs ladder,

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Then i'll rome with the gods, rip the acne from your face,