This is a song about "Facts"

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,

The faker they shakin' my hand

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

That we ain't never had

I just know facts like that

But y'all know my story now, and i exist in the facts,

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

39. i'm the key to the facts,

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks