This is a song about "Counting the facts"

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

So i sit counting syllables counting syllables

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

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

To reality and to the facts

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Check the fucking facts yo

You haven't flowered loco

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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