This is a song about "Fact"

Hopelessly loathing the fact,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Looked at his mirror he discovered the fact

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Soulja boy can spit in fact,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Opposites attract, boy to girl that's a fact

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

They getting nice, they got some ice

The fact that i stay alive

Just the fact of being there

And never should you tear

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact

Say she like my style but i talk too fast