This is a song about "Norman bates"

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

It equates to a modern day norman bates

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

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

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

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

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

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

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman