This is a song about "Psycho crazy"

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

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

So give it baby

Bitch you must be crazy

So i guess you think you grown

My might belongs to the psycho gnome

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Now i'm feeling like i might go psycho

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

I can spit intellectual or go straight up psycho

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Conical bra make a cat go psycho

And i made it with that dope flow