This is a song about "Possesive pronouns demonstrative pronouns intensive pronouns reflexive pronoun subject pronoun object pronoun personal pronoun"

Their personal items destroyed

Ridin' in that black joint

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

If rap is an object it's something i own

She aint an object but neither is money and ill have that free based love

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

As im subject to torture

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

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Back on subject this one time,