This is a song about "Appeal"

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Who don't need a deal to rap hard, or even the appeal of a black card

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

This is my point of view, the system i appeal too,

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

And i got some mass appeal but i neva gave a fuck

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

What's the appeal? to you hurting people i care and love?/

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Private plane, my seat recline

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Appeal and im not looking for a man but i get the meal

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Appeal with the skin color of mine