This is a song about "Facts"

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

But first let me lay down a couple more facts,

I only rap facts infused with morality

And all women who had light features, see

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Doubt they yapping out facts

She do it with no hands

To reality and 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

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

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

39. i'm the key to the facts,

I'm popping rubber bands