This is a song about "Im that creepy rapist people steer clear of"

People think i'm crazy, because of the rhymes that i write

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Im just that type of guy

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Im getting tired of people spraying shit and darting off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Creepy carnival, does that ring a bell?

It's that crack, give you something to sell

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Clear perception, people at school think i live a good life,

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Before you disappear you is that crystal clear