This is a song about "Imaginary clowns"

Making dudes look like clowns in comparison.

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Propose/ satanic dealings behind imaginary fabrics

Getting knocked down by some pussy ass clowns.

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

My garage full of cars that bounce

But damn,they just goddamn clowns

Theres imaginary blood and theres something tappin

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Stay down ass clowns, you must've, thought i was such a lover

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

Sit the fuck down you clowns like you in in school suspension

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin