This is a song about "I m black insane"

Then we cut, look how she say my name

I believe that i'm insane

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

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

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

But i know that i'm going insane.

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I understand that you think i'm insane,

But now invisible cells around your brain

And i thought i was black

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