This is a song about "Specific"

And runnin' with specific crews, turnin' blue? shit's a clue

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I can still call you out without being too specific,

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

There to specific while we stay broad.

She sung songs off the marvin gaye whats going on album

But in no specific order, man, here is how i rank 'em,

Usa if i might, be specific

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Ive got reputations to slaughter in no specific order when they aplaud ha,

Be fucking specific

I'm stuck with that