This is a song about "Results"

Sometimes it results in a permant sleep.

If you a freak, i can take you to your peak

Your resentment just furthers my results/

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

That's the results of you betta stay back, you can't rap heart attack.

Luxury life, results living bad

No, not bombs over baghdad

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

Yet we blame others for the results of own insanity.

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Until they have to go and collect the results

Come around the real underground then expect the results,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love