This is a song about "Act"

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Rappers try to act like me

Celebrate the very day that i get past

I just pray my mother doesn't witness the act.

See, where i come from is hard

I'd rather act the part

February cold as my heart

You act like you go hard

You think this all some kind of act

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I just pray my mother doesn't witness the act.

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

And men'll chase love

So baby don't act tough

We could never have a peace act

That we can't forget the past