This is a song about "Facts look"

39. i'm the key to the facts,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

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

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

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

Think you're big well here's the facts

Know it good when she go no hands

She do it with no hands

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

I must be imaginin' half of the facts i'm examinin',

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done