This is a song about "Ww2 facts"

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

Ain't even tryna hold back

I just know facts like that

Snatching lyrics of shit, and idiocy is your facts.

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Check the fucking facts yo

Scab, fix up look shop joe

Grasping the facts/im unheard of though

Hit the club she drop it low

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

To reality and to the facts

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Buildin' tracks snappin', smack you with a sack of facts