This is a song about "Crazy clowns"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Clowns that sound horribly orally.

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

But damn,they just goddamn clowns

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Catching the shit from all these fucking clowns

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

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

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

To half of clowns and fucking cows

And it seems that they clouded 'em out, now it's stealin' the words out of my mouth

Our lyrics attack more savagely than a siberian bloodhound fuck off clowns