This is a song about "Norman bates"

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

All you need is your passport

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

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

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