This is a song about "Flowerpot of curtains"

The ringmaster of the circus - merc kids, it's curtains,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

So i pulled back the curtains, merked him

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Pause this shit, here i am open the red curtains

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

But from that perspective, what you can't see is behind closed curtains

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.