This is a song about "Jokers"

These clown jokers don't smile when they grimace,

She can make a pimp fall in love

Crack the balls,and make jokers laugh as they work for fee,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Cause i'm like batman,i kill jokers,crack dens and pill smokers

Out the ghetto, helllo that can be you, play your cards, watch out the jokers

Stressed only difference is i aint got no bitch to rub my shoulders

It's the aftermath of wiping off the jokers grin

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Bitch, they call it motor city

None of you jokers could stop me