This is a song about "Fact"

Told you bitches each last week, it's a fact

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Just the fact of being there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Maybe you don't have the skill, in fact

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Just the fact of being there

Says money in the air

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Hopelessly loathing the fact,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Been jacking up random answers; fact

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact

And i can write a hook fast

As a matter of fact