This is a song about "Ww2 facts"

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Never give up never face the facts

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Face the facts, that i gotta start with a bad finance

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

We getting money, you can face the facts

Know it good when she go no hands

Would dreams actually become facts?

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I only rap facts infused with morality

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I must be imaginin' half of the facts i'm examinin',

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

Snatching lyrics of shit, and idiocy is your facts.