This is a song about "Lewis norman"

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

Competition on the court

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I'm not normal, i'm norman, put this bitch on lock and be sick

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation