This is a song about "History"

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

It's a mystery why you think you'd be anything less than history.

What them tippers don't see

You're just history

So look at your history

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I'll make you history...

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

And now he's telling me "fuck rap" focus on history,

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Cannibal rest is the history

History, like yo clique will be

Than the muse of a family