This is a song about "Psycho look"

I can spit intellectual or go straight up psycho

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

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

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

The opposite of sane, yea a little bit psycho

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

My might belongs to the psycho gnome

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Rap with a dead beat, no wonder they call me psycho/

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Fuck- don't let me lose it. i'm goin psycho.

Don't forget the chi though, guns are like a pyro

I go psycho like alfred hitchcock

And i don't make no bed rock