This is a song about "Exact"

Bout to get sacked with my exact attack

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

And at the exact same time

Westside, bitch i run mine

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

And at the exact same time

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Of errors, exact-o knife receptors reaching sectors

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

It's a nail and a tire: cross him and you're flat, that's exact

Corduroys, cam will shine

And at the exact same time

Others when they do the exact same thing

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking