This is a song about "Actual"

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

The actual bitch of a person that hides behind my forever mask

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Race is international my father isn't actual

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Everyone sees you differently, different than the actual thing

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Get a clue when i speak to you actual

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

But when i do it actual pain and rain forms

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns