This is a song about "Facts about heat"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

My designs filled with similarity facts

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Think you're big well here's the facts

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

As i laugh at gees that talk about blast that heat,

She do it with no hands

Doubt they yapping out facts

Never give up never face the facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks