This is a song about "Lake norman"

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

And send ya into toxic waste in a frozen solid lake,

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

A lake or ditch that's what happens to a snitch