This is a song about "Personal"

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Cause i'm getting real personal now, i don't know how, else to go about this, someone call bow wow,

An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dashon my ass was the motherfuckin cops now

Personal assault, how could her father do that to his lover

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Just know when your mom says she going to one of her "personal healing",

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Fuck a personal foul, i'm just hurtin' 'em now