This is a song about "Marlyn manson"

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Im malcolm sex, crazier than charles manson

Charles manson in the flesh, i kill a nigga for the check

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Part manson, part hannibal, part mechanical shark

And my bank account look just like a phone card

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Crazy like charles manson, ride around with me you better hope your seatbelts