This is a song about "History"

What them tippers don't see

I'll make you history...

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

And put you back into your teacher’s room ‘cuz you’re history,

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Go down in history like dracula

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

You're like the kama sutra, after this you're fucking history,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

//here we go, make history, yo

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I'll make you history...

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Would it alter the course of my history?