This is a song about "Subliminal hints"

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Its a miracle how i carry with all this subliminal ranting but fuck everything right

Subliminal imaging, see?

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Hints of wisdom, can't you tell?

True player, cory mo cold as hell

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Haters failing, they said i was nothing but a subliminal liar

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

In a political sin wreck, we deserve subliminal respect,

Is the image of the insane, subliminal ties, to stabilize our minds,

I do what i need to survive, competition and beef is what makes my spirit come alive

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Sickin' you strictly picky pricks, subliminal menace,

Im cashin the checks subliminal charge,

Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch