This is a song about "Clown time"

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

He was in danger, need to disguise as a clown

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

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

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

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

Don’t mean i ain't ‘posed to take you down

Fuck ass town, all i do is clown

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found