This is a song about "Know by personal perception"

I know your nervous swervin like it's you first drive by

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

But little did he know by doin' that, he'd be distant

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I'll stick a petard up in your doors of perception

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dashon my ass was the motherfuckin cops now

Cause i'm getting real personal now, i don't know how, else to go about this, someone call bow wow,

I know it's stirred mine up and will continue as time goes by,

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die