This is a song about "Who would have guessed that"

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Who knew that these steps would just lead me closer to satan,

Shit would have frail dudes deceased

Once the message released

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

So bi a polar you would think that shady must have had me signed

She don't really care about anyone advice

Of that one special person who would complete my life.

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I gather fanatics and there's nothin that i would rather have/

If your man can't keep up wit you

 but that would make me who,