This is a song about "Lewis norman"

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

It equates to a modern day norman bates

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

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

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

And today we're still in chains

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation