This is a song about "Ww2 facts"

Just lay back, get your face slapped

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

But first let me lay down a couple more facts,

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Check the fucking facts yo

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

My designs filled with similarity facts

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

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants