This is a song about "Fact"

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

I thought i was laid back, gues it's an untrue fact

They got me trapped

As a matter of fact

Hopelessly loathing the fact,

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

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

Stimulating night in club type of fact

Just the fact of being there

No medal here, i'm well aware

In fact it was fuck him

Got me rushed to the station

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Opposites attract, boy to girl that's a fact

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Stimulating night in club type of fact