This is a song about "Cheat"

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

And why people cheat, yeah it makes me wonder

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a little cheat

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

I’ll fuck , cut , spit on you dirty cheat for free

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Don't discrete, started in the street, neva tryna cheat

Youre fucked, ur the lock, ima key,and youre shocked? thought i cheat?

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

It's like i'm gonna creep and make your girlfriend cheat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

With a chi chi,i got lifes cheat sheet,so beep beep get the fuck out my lane

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again