This is a song about "Shankar solanki personal life"

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

Coz this bastards destroyed my life

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Life, i just want to see my wife again. so, life, life, life

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

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

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do