This is a song about "N sync"

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Hoes row got beans in them

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Getting in sync with the universe see the truth it hurts

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Tried perfecting my letters n

I wonder why we take from our women

Pretending to be awake 'n