This is a song about "This is crazy"

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Wanna know something crazy? this just me havin a scribble,

I said pay me it’s nothing

Because love is a crazy thing

Your girls head is crazy, she might be sick

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

This crazy lady, call her my baby

Since we not even talking

Because love is a crazy thing

And what the fuck's he doing, is he crazy

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

And killing is a crazy person's symptom

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I hope that you see where all this crazy shit is progressing,