This is a song about "Clowning"

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Just clowning,we will take him to hell

I ain't clowning around for you to be the clown. possibly, it ain't to be or maybe

Kamikazehoping that none of the spies find methat's why we bye bye daily

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Put the top down\ i get around\ crank a sound\ bitches be clowning

Bringing fuel for clowning you weak fools cuz i'm a fool-proof master

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer