This is a song about "Personal joy"

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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

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

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

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

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

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

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