This is a song about "Mercury facts"

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Snatching lyrics of shit, and idiocy is your facts.

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

I'mma do this fast or slow

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

But first let me lay down a couple more facts,

Never give up never face the facts

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

39. i'm the key to the facts,

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

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

Know it good when she go no hands

Doubt they yapping out facts