This is a song about "Maniac latin disciples"

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

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

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

No one's safe from my inner maniac/

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Im not a battle rapper but i am an axe wielding maniac,

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Acting like a maniac i'm a psychopath