This is a song about "X factor"

Roll up niggas be like sex

Plastered like a platypus x3

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Wake up universe x2

Convertibles with turbo jets

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I'm on task, but rappers be dropping x like they're malcolm,

We'll run this fucking town x5

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Or a sunday fry x4

I'm on deck i'm up next