This is a song about "Personal growth"

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

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

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks