This is a song about "Killer clowns"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I have no killer degree, cause

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Making dudes look like clowns in comparison.

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Myself as a prominent figure

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

The disses seem funny to y'all, am i laughing clowns?

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture