This is a song about "Personal life"

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

And this the endso good luck with your career

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Cause i'm getting real personal now, i don't know how, else to go about this, someone call bow wow,

My heart is sayin' leave, oh what a tangle web we weavewhen we conspire to conceive, and now

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

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

Their personal items destroyed

That's why i'm so annoyed

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