This is a song about "Confucianism facts"

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

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

She do it with no hands

Doubt they yapping out facts

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

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

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