This is a song about "Statement"

Run to the station n make a statement.

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Falling back into old habits, got to make a statement

They are as great as me cause i'm the greatest, oh yeah that's a statement

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

When you're able to make the statement....

If you feel it, it must be real just

Attention is a must

But got comma’s in my statement

And that is the very last words of my statement

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I'm truer than a mother fuckin statement

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Make a fuckin statement, but not for duckin probation/

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win