This is a song about "Clowns"

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Hope and bringing...the shit that clowns make during that show down the road

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

People who were mean to me, my slave, in chains, admitting they were clowns

The disses seem funny to y'all, am i laughing clowns?

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

My lifes consists of circus clowns, i control them, shut the main circuit down.

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down

Run down these clowns, who be beefin' tryna take my crown