This is a song about "H factor"

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Not #h or a #king but ill #hit a #pedigree

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

I wish drugs were never a factor, that wasn't my plan

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Thought its h 2 o, got close to swal-lowing it

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus