This is a song about "I think every one is crazy"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

I think this rap is set!

Every time i think of you, even a little

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Every teacher always wondered why i was the quiet one

Every one is checked, so i know when i disrespect you

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Every word i spit is holy

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

And even as i re-read this i think i am crazy, but i'm not.

Outside i show sympathy but my heart is going crazy

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

Im number one yall steady think this is your race,

He said that he rather put the pump to his face