This is a song about "Ww2 facts"

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

But first let me lay down a couple more facts,

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance, make you piss pants,

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

Snatching lyrics of shit, and idiocy is your facts.

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

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

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

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/