This is a song about "Statements commands"

Playin' like he'd play me, phases of lame statements made

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

I embrace these statements beyond the place of a plain voter

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I don't have a god, nobody commands me

Now politicians love the area, they make fat statements,

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Usher chance in what commands i flood in chants

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Artists are trying to make a profit and wack statements,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Makin major statements about outrageous crazy shit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Concentrating on common statements cause voices rant on in conversation