This is a song about "I m crazy"

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Well i may be crazy

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Man i must be goin' crazy

Hopin' that my niggas see

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I don't know call me crazy