This is a song about "Maniac latin disciples"

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Im a fuckin maniac, poppin prozac, and chasin the shit with hennessy cognac,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

Y’all talk about christ like you’re his divine disciples,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Enter the mind of a maniac

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

I'm a misanthropic proper maniac, potty

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you