This is a song about "The facts"

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

The facts is that thought is the best with the rhymes

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

To reality and to the facts

But y'all know my story now, and i exist in the facts,

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I never dreamed that the facts would pop shit like this,

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

39. i'm the key to the facts,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants