This is a song about "Wendall bates"

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

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

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

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

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

For the occasion, paper planes

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

So these correctionals ain't for rehabilitation

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation

It equates to a modern day norman bates

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes