This is a song about "We are the sane"

We are all just needles in the hay.

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Ya we are the craziest motherfuckers on the planet

The only thing that even keeps my sane

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

One way sane train, straight into my vain, cant stop the hype, im in so much pain.

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Fucking with the wrong psycho, make eminem look sane