This is a song about "Sane"

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Her brilliant idea to try and stay sane

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

My rhymes inside my brain ain't sane, still they're close to me,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Rain, rain, impossible to stay sane,

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Fucking with the wrong psycho, make eminem look sane

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Searching for fortune and fame

What will you deign to be sane

I like to keep myself sane to the hum

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

They say i'm insane, i say i'm sane just like the pain of another