This is a song about "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

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

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

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

D boy wanna check me cause of my persona

You put on a fake persona, without that you'd be a loner

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Im just a dumby who doesn't care, people findin my whole persona so hard to bare

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

I made this song to say fuck my public persona,