This is a song about "Mercury facts"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Never give up never face the facts

Know it good when she go no hands

39. i'm the key to the facts,

Im outta this world, so im rappin mercury rhymes

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Spittin mercury to purposely murder thee verbally

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I only rap facts infused with morality

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

That moschino shit is so back

I just know facts like that

But first let me lay down a couple more facts,

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks