This is a song about "Sync"

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Time to rethink, your fan base is forgetting you more then then n' sync/

Ha, running rebel on another level

Your whole style sounds like n sync on commercial

I'd be dead now

But we so in sync, wow

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

In sync like a lingerin' grip on your hips, it's such delight

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Getting in sync with the universe see the truth it hurts