This is a song about "Chaotic world with a son on the way"

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Hanging with the wrong morons in this world i was thrown on.

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

She wanted to fight at first

With a shirt saying fuck the world.

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

I'm armed with a 380 on the way to barnum and bailey's

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

Mami... she open, she open

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

Son, i put on a clinic, you put on clinique

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed