This is a song about "Norman bates"

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

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

And i could see you coming home after work late

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

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

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

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

Make them more insecure when they caught one

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman