This is a song about "Being pregnant and hiding it until you get rid of it"

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit

Inside it contains a gel that you must retrieve from a well it will rid you of the spell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

And thought that one day, he'd get rid of the pain.

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

I want to be rid of it but it's the biggest part of me.

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Get rid of you bitch, i haven't even taken it to the limits

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Cant get rid of you like cockroaches, my stomach's turnin'.

I bet it hard being you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

I vanished from where you are, until you stop the weed and ban it