Fact or Fiction

Let me tell you somethin' about a guy I knew

His name was B Mac, and he liked to ask you

Questions about your life, about your job, about your family,

And these types of questions he would ask you any time of day

 

Then one day, B Mac was gone,

Hit by a tree, took a shot to the dome

Weed Crew said Sit back, kick back, relax, chillax, in fact,

We don't wanna see you back at work until your strength is back

Now B Mac's back with some crazy diction,

it's time for him to separate the Fact from the Fiction

 

My name's B Mac, that's a motherfuckin' fact

I may look white, but I'm hung like I'm black

The weed crew they know this,

They hear it in heavy doses,

The ladies tryna bring me roses

I part their legs like Moses

 

People on the street approach me all the time,

and they be shoutin' random shit for me to define

as fact or fiction, they wanna be told,

Do I like it or not, that's the ultimate goal

So when they come up to me, star struck, actin' all nervous

I brace myself, irritated, while they be impervious

These bitches, they are most likely unaware

That they need to take their fuckin' questions and get outta my hair

Who the fuck am I, a fortune teller,

These people with the questions be blind like Helen Keller,

This single gonna be a best seller, I can drop this line whenever,

Gonna be taking all my royalties and puttin' em in my ledger....