This is a song about "Doubt"

Your slander and fucking zeal, no doubt.

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

What you say? you're a rapping freak, yeah for no doubt!

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Doubt in my veins chased with insecurity,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

No more, we caked out

It was shitty without a doubt

Anyone who doubt me will be buried alive

That they gotta tell me how to live my life