This is a song about "Norman bates"

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

Riding around with ms. reece and them

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been