This is a song about "Persona"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Trying to keep up with the persona of liquid solidity.

And try to say he smells some funny aroma,trying to keep the persona,

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

Got loads of bad #chemicals inside ur persona 'n' ur feeling ill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

I made this song to say fuck my public persona,

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Sinister persona similar to how hitlers was