ITSHAMADSCONTRACT: tripping balls at the circus!

Paranoia getting the best of me, you always got me thinking I’m an act, like I’m a clown

Always smiling, even when the world is upside down

But even with all these evil clowns around me, I still manage not to frown

Got my boxing gloves on, I’m ready for war

Welcome to the circus! Where we have snakes turning into rats, apes getting married, clowns of all shapes and sizes but wait: there’s more!

Devil on my shoulder whispering, letting me know I need to smoke some more.

Lions, bears, and tigers I’m surrounded by some carnivores

Got stars for eyes, I see the truth. I opened the door.

Man I must be tripping balls or is this one of those stories with a deeper meaning to it, a folklore?