This is a song about "Facts"

I just know facts like that

Cus if your love was all i had

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

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

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

Would dreams actually become facts?

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

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Know it good when she go no hands

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Buildin' tracks snappin', smack you with a sack of facts