This is a song about "Red clowns"

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Catching the shit from all these fucking clowns

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Color your eyes alveolar red

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Watch your body turn indian red,

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

To half of clowns and fucking cows

A is for assholes assisting ass clowns, true that

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Run down these clowns, who be beefin' tryna take my crown

And big kill, r.i.pand all you other o.g.'s, who go down

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

These whack clowns are background rappers but i'mma crack down