This is a song about "Examine"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Go back to your dresser, i'll examine you, i'm a lyrical professor,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

But our eyes can not examine

When the police examine your body, they'll instanly know

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Were to examine this he would wonder how the fuck i come up with these lyrics,

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