This is a song about "Norman bates"

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

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

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

For the occasion, paper planes

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

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