This is a song about "Figure it out"

But im hard to figure out like a fuckin riddle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

But i think i'm still trying to figure this crap out

Tryin' to figure a way out

I must go like fly route

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

I try and figure out why i rap like i do

You better go and figure it out, instead of pout, get out now before

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Tryin to figure out if they'll deal or they'll murder,

Just to figure out we're puppets and controlled

After every show, a dream she hold