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

But shit, get me, i gotta story, follow me, call the cops

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

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

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

When im writing my name,i guess you didn't get the memo,i got a ten out of ten flow

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I think i got a tear in my eye, i feel like the king of

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Many casualties follow when i beat the beat black and blue

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Barely rapped for a month and i just tear through it

We follow the prophets like imma line a couple ducks when i hit

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit