This is a song about "Straight clowning"

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Bringing fuel for clowning you weak fools cuz i'm a fool-proof master

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Give us this day, our daily bread

Drinking straight from the keg

I'm straight disrespectful

Lady at the frank stand will

They'll have to rename this one

Sent here straight from heaven

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

I ain't clowning around for you to be the clown. possibly, it ain't to be or maybe