This is a song about "Murder psycho"

Hit the club she drop it low

I took the path of a psycho

Bow for ya new king derailled psycho

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

My might belongs to the psycho gnome

Now i'm feeling like i might go psycho

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

In search of my perfection, no gotta love it further

Who thinks they're as psycho as me?

You be get up on this fly shit baby

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

They will always try whether its murder

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Rap with a dead beat, no wonder they call me psycho/