This is a song about "Psychotic mind"

To blast again on another nigga claiming his insane or psychotic

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm psychotic, wicked thoughts? don't worry, my minds got it.

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

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

I'll disfigure your mind

For that paper, i'mma grind

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

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

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change