This is a song about "Artists"

Targets filled with the markups of wack artists

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I take out of my largest targets, and fake artists.

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

But it’s damaged by these fake-ass artists from the mainstream,

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

While the mainstream artists try to fake and walk around it,

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

No such thing as better artists

Fuck, clean up on aisle six