This is a song about "Logical fallacies"

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Lady at the frank stand will

My rhymes are logical,

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

All you spitting is a lie, and fucking fallacies.

I got used of winning as if it's methodical so be logical

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Whatever the fallacies

I'm why baby mommas leave