This is a song about "Confucianism facts"

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

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

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

We getting money, you can face the facts

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

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

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

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

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

I only rap facts infused with morality