This is a song about "Sweetie you re crazy"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Cutting of circulation to head like are you crazy?

If this was c.o.d, ill shoot your ass every time you re-spawn

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I caid it sucked and you have got to be crazy

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly

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

When that money calls i holla back

Hell naw you need to re-think that

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

You shouldn't be surprised what the mind of a guy who's crazy,