This is a song about "Facts look"

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

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

To reality and to the facts

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,

That we can't forget the past

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

We getting money, you can face the facts

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Would dreams actually become facts?

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

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