This is a song about "Personal statements"

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Playin' like he'd play me, phases of lame statements made

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

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

Liberal bigots had tried to make clever statements,

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

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

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

Artists are trying to make a profit and wack statements,

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

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

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours