This is a song about "Personal statement"

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Make a fuckin statement, but not for duckin probation/

But got comma’s in my statement

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

When you're able to make the statement....

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

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

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little