This is a song about "Norman bates"

Stab you to fuckin' death like my name was norman bates

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

I'm not normal, i'm norman, put this bitch on lock and be sick

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

It equates to a modern day norman bates

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

You ain't crazy as norman bates, that's up for debate

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate