This is a song about "Kathy bates"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

You just working with the scraps you was given

Tatted up girl sniffin, like she's kathy griffin

You ain't crazy as norman bates, that's up for debate

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Stab you to fuckin' death like my name was norman bates

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates