This is a song about "Dirty circus performer"

And i'm from the dirty south,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

A transformer. before ii'm a soaring performer, i'm an enforcer of torture, i cause

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

He used to be the greatest performer at wrestlemania history

Got my foot on the gas

I splash your dirty ass,

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

In the club might act up just like a performer

Treating life like it's a game as if mistaken for a circus,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus