This is a song about "Fact people"

By a brotha who was hopeless

The fact that it's all bogus

Just the fact of being there

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Maybe you don't have the skill, in fact

That we can't forget the past

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

But also disrespect of women, man that's evil, in fact,

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Remember this fact in the game

Opposites attract, boy to girl that's a fact

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

The fact that i stay alive

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice