This is a song about "Wendall bates"

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

And i could see you coming home after work late

You ain't crazy as norman bates, that's up for debate

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

It equates to a modern day norman bates

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Stab you to fuckin' death like my name was norman bates

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman