This is a song about "Pretty little psycho"

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

I go psycho like alfred hitchcock

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

But that's just the cycle of life so kappa's a psycho?

Way pretty on the outside

Get the ass shots right

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

But pretty soon they'll understand

My might belongs to the psycho gnome

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

I took the path of a psycho