This is a song about "Facts about genetics"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

We getting money, you can face the facts

I don't make rap i'm just spitting the real facts

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

Check the fucking facts yo

Hope you heard that intro

My designs filled with similarity facts

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

To reality and to the facts

Know it good when she go no hands

Think you're big well here's the facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks