This is a song about "Personal"

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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

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

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

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

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

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

And stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

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