This is a song about "Psycho"

I go psycho like alfred hitchcock

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Or i'll do worse than a psycho does with a metal shovel

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

That ain't a typo look at your size maestro you psycho

I took the path of a psycho

That's why they can't mess up my flow

This being will go "psycho" again...

Bet i get like 8 of them

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Im a real psycho from throat to brain

Psycho mind in my head, i'm insane

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain