This is a song about "The beauty of psycho"

I turned into something they never became

Fucking with the wrong psycho, make eminem look sane

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Mentally i'm just a psycho lyricist with the benefits/

Snow white the beauty, i'm the beast,

Truthfully, some eye at least

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

See that's the beauty of it, why i love it, that's the grand design,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

Just to see the beauty in your eyes.

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

But its just the brain what i'm stimulating. i look like a psycho.

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

And play some playstation? i disii'm like a psycho version of miles prower, i got

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block