This is a song about "Psychotic mind"

My weapons and red hands express i'm psychotic,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Till there's nothing left, but a psychotic grin

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

Good help is hard to find

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Ok, fully psychotic again, let me see where i've been,

Damage's and takes over our mind

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

Believe me i'm legally classed as a narcotic, i'm psychotic,

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

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

The psychotic dork with a knife as a fork like