This is a song about "Spitting real facts"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

We getting money, you can face the facts

Spitting venomous acidity

Fuck that now trying get the money

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

My designs filled with similarity facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Think you're big well here's the facts

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,