This is a song about "On point"

I spit hard on point like a fuckin cactus

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Never been one to point fingers

With business hoes an college strippers

My style is on point like a decimal,

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

What's the point? what's the reason?

There's nothin' like where i come from

Straight to the point/integrating philosophy,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

But now it's on point, more points then of a cactus.

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress