This is a song about "Must"

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Your vision must be blurry

You must have some delerious brethren,

I want to fight the music on this one

It must rather be received as

No one-half and i hate math

Summertime in the city

It must be my personality,

I plead with em, the system ain't right

I must be different inside

Put the purp in the blunt

Of breaking through this shit, i must

Man i must be goin' crazy

They say nothings ever free

Pussy must be serious (hol' up)

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup