This is a song about "Mercury facts"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

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

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance, make you piss pants,

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Think you're big well here's the facts

I only rap facts infused with morality

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

That we ain't never had

I just know facts like that

To reality and to the facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

We getting money, you can face the facts

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants