This is a song about "Class clown"

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

I'ma bust open your lip make you look like a sad clown

Now we'll see whose the clown

I'm not coming down

Thick lips and a sick class

Gotta make that cash

They say i’m special as devin hester on fourth down

Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown

Your beautiful during class

So much class, double d’s and ass