This is a song about "Explain"

I was on my sway shit

I'll tell ya what, i'll explain it

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

Im a tity boy, no need to explain,

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

With all your bullshit ,"let me explain"

Oldest nation on this earth

Those explain the cuts and the burns.

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

But my mother would, and she would try to explain,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

He loved her more than words could explain

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Im marking my targets, i better explain to twain/

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good