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

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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

But i'm mc i got the fuckin flow!

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Ugly mothafucka lookin like the it clown, when i stand up to the mic just sit down

That i was thinkin' about writin' about, but my stream of thoughts crowded around

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Even if he listened and hid, i would of found

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

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

My bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna hold me down

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

I want to get through the tear