This is a song about "Anatomical terms"

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

Try to come to terms with the fact i'll never learn,

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

These terms have left me burned like the ashes in an urn

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Fuck the terms and the phrase, free is what i've chosen

In terms of propaganda this was an astronomical year

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

You don't know what half this means let me put it in dumb terms

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Well i'll use terms that you understand, you are such a faggot

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

If the terms "slut" and "whore" never existed i guess you'd be perfect,