This is a song about "Psychotic"

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

On some psychotic shit the big guy said that he'll slit my throat

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

I become psychotic without you, i become insane,

Only psychotic will suffice, chained up my hate for too long

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

To blast again on another nigga claiming his insane or psychotic

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit