This is a song about "But i just hid behind the tear s of a clown when i flow i follow demonic"

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Spittin' everything that i wrote down,he's nothing but a clown,

They tryin to say that i don't care

I want to get through the tear

But who am i just a man,don't follow me,do your own research instead you swallow these

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Every day was a saturday, shit

Barely rapped for a month and i just tear through it

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Whether i feel like i need a crown or like a clown

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

But i tell them nah, because i like this demonic feel.

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

Wow, when was the last time i solved something with a tear

But i never got reminded when i started to wag and lag behind

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind