This is a song about "Killer clowns"

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Hey, the mind state of a winner

She ain't know i was a killer

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

People who were mean to me, my slave, in chains, admitting they were clowns

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Clowns that sound horribly orally.

Now drown in my sound, no clowns just the crown

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown