This is a song about "Anatomical terms"

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

You light-years behind here

In rap terms he keeps it real

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Metaphorically speaking i'm alerting you of theoretical terms,

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

I dont really shakespeare

In rap terms he keeps it real