This is a song about "Personal apperine"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

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

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

To further personal gain and interest, and see there's evidence,

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

My heart is sayin' leave, oh what a tangle web we weavewhen we conspire to conceive, and now

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

That's why i'm so annoyed

Their personal items destroyed

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

If i die today was it business? was it personal?