This is a song about "Public reactions"

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Get fucked like me, but i say fuck my public id,

You can do it out in public

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

A public spectacle, keep them chemicals plentiful

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But nothing public occurs.

But we still real brothers

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Confining my reactions to prove i'll reach my destination

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Which begat reactions

Which begat reactions

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips