This is a song about "Confucianism facts"

Face the facts, that i gotta start with a bad finance

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

I must be imaginin' half of the facts i'm examinin',

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Snatching lyrics of shit, and idiocy is your facts.

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

But first let me lay down a couple more facts,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants