​I got a manic mind like I'm Hamlet

​I got a manic mind like I'm Hamlet, Making hard plans, you know I can manage it. Catch me in gold, now I box in this transit, Going wild, coming through like Montana with it. Got a scanner for the pigs, like "Nanner, nanner, nanner," Never catch me, I'm too big—choke you out, we ain't playing. She's a fan, but I ain't even standing for a minute, Way past the limit, keeping hydrofluoric acid like a janitor. Fuck it, jumping off the banister, landing on my feet. ​I got too many bars, you couldn't read them from afar, Ain't no small fry—always extra large.