This is a song about "Racism drives me insane"

Thanks to me your a drug fiend and going insane

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I want her bad. it drives me made when she's not hear to make me glad

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

I go crazy wit' my raps, betta call me insane

Because i want everyone to look at me like i'm insane

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

They said i'm insane but them popo still give me probation.

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Im partin seas, and parts of me is insane