This is a song about "Clown baby"

Im washin off another plate

A do clown that foxtrot break

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

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

You only use your momma's comparisons? don't make her look like a clown.

Put that pussy right up in my face, i remember, the way she put it down

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

My career ain't a gimmick i'm no clown

I pray you send an angel down

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

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