This is a song about "Lafayette historacal events and facts"

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Snatching lyrics of shit, and idiocy is your facts.

Unfazed by recent events

We can never be friends

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Doubt they yapping out facts

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

But y'all know my story now, and i exist in the facts,

Illegal events compiled deep within my previous files

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live