This is a song about "Know by personal perception"

Just know when your mom says she going to one of her "personal healing",

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Looking back it's an infection life's a miss perception -all lies-

You aint know yo girl was eaten, you didn't know yo girl beaten by this heathen?

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

If i die today was it business? was it personal?

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice