This is a song about "Circus freaks"

I'm taking it back to when rap was more then a circus

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Freaks mangled, steel shackles in confinement for weeks

Let's have a toast for this new love

Spin it like a circus

Societal freaks still prided on spinning the leek, how tragic

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

You're a circus act, more worthless crap than a napping mexican i can refill

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Can barely walk the city streets

Little more weed, first class seats

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this including you, miss. turn around