This is a song about "Must"

He must be able to soar, must have some powers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It must be my personality,

It's just my soda mixed with brown

What goes up must come down

You must have some delerious brethren,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Bitch you must be crazy

She like nigga yeah right

I must be different inside

You're not usin' your brain

I must not fear being insane

I don't fear death

I must had to confess