This is a song about "Lewis norman"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

He been waiting for his connection to come

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades