This is a song about "Maniac disc"

And smack you so hard it'll make your teeth crack cause i'm a maniac

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

No one's safe from my inner maniac/

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I got yals names on my dj's disc thats why i keep scratching

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Now the crowds chanting big up to kathryn/ i'm planning to go maniac with this

500 miles push on the disc brake

New york, va, dc, get paid

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

You have to take a year just to write a line to put on a disc

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Of this maniac whos intent is to erase you