This is a song about "Personal joy"

I'm gettin discouraged with her

But trust me that makes the joy better

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

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

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

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

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

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

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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