This is a song about "Statistical validity"

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I think about the effect that "this" have on my relationship

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Myself, on the correct level and the right shelf

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Tried and i've searched but i'm like that missing book from the shelf

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

If dey had it'd be easy to put the gun up on the shelf

Hop in and let me test drive

This is bigger than life

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

Smell of the juana yeah that dro is top shelf/

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head