This is a song about "Confucianism facts"

I don't make rap i'm just spitting the real facts

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Snatching lyrics of shit, and idiocy is your facts.

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

But first let me lay down a couple more facts,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Buildin' tracks snappin', smack you with a sack of facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Would dreams actually become facts?

I just want somebody i can see

I only rap facts infused with morality

My designs filled with similarity facts

I'm on the stage, you in the stands