This is a song about "Imaginary clowns"

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Propose/ satanic dealings behind imaginary fabrics

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

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Slaughtering all you clowns, i'm lyrically profound, a hound,

And put another half a mil in my bank account

In her dreams with young eyes she sees her hero with an imaginary cape

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

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