This is a song about "Personal"

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

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

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

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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