This is a song about "Personal kndge"

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Their personal items destroyed

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

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

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

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I go for my personal best

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

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