This is a song about "The fact that you suck"

From the fact that i cannot lose,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Just consider the fact that i haven't killed you yet a blessing

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

The fact that i stay alive

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

I just can't handle the fact that you have just left me.

The fact that it's all bogus

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I ain't the kid you wanna go and diss when you suck

Despite the fact that to you they never did shit/

Or never say never though i admit

Proud of the fact,that they're making you nuts,

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims