This is a song about "Personal hygenie"

Their personal items destroyed

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

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

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

So please don't take it personal, the ending is clear

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

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

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single