This is a song about "Benefit fraud"

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

You played me for your own benefit

Your a fake n a fraud make me wanna kick you str8 in the balls

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

And won't ever share unless there's a benefit for them

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Lord- i'm 'bout to sawed off you in the face, cough "stout fraud"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

We might be able to benefit the whole congregation

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

So if it comes down, may the best man win

There existed no one rap fraud in

I'ma tell you this for your own benefit,

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip