This is a song about "Insane"

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Bloodshot veins, youve gone insane.

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Or else i'd go insane

I'm going off the top of the brain

Plus you should be insane

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

An unending cycle,its insane

My lyrical ability is insane

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

If released society will be insane

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Insane verses insane, never point the blame, you'll just drive the insane

You're not usin' your brain

Chucky sheen is insane