This is a song about "Affect"

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

That's the affect of bitches who disrespect

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Think who you might affect

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Badly affect by society, trying to be somebody and not someone,

Got gold albums or not, i still did affect rap

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

But just here to represent and affect

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Theres nobody i would be but me and no one can affect my quest

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

You bigots do not affect me, i'm a living, breathing poet,

Just maybe this verbal tech, words'll affect this nervous wreck!

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette