This is a song about "Love hate and circus clowns"

I got clowns on my hit list and start rapping now to business

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

Bought a brand new car for my after party

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Hate drake, love jay and kanye, and blame wayne,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

To half of clowns and fucking cows

Conceived in hate yet taught to love

I'm breathing for a purpose

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate

I hate my design but roll with the love

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

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

Round and around, army of scary clowns,