This is a song about "Facts about jupiter"

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts

To reality and to the facts

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

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

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

I only rap facts infused with morality

It's a battlejust for tha big money

39. i'm the key to the facts,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Check the fucking facts yo

In the club like fuck it, though

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

I can rap about facts that matter and rhyme