This is a song about "Confucianism facts"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

My designs filled with similarity facts

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

I finally have some money man, most of the cash that flows through my hands

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

Would dreams actually become facts?

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

But y'all know my story now, and i exist in the facts,

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow