This is a song about "Cheat"

A metaphor, for the insecure

And why people cheat, yeah it makes me wonder

Please put that in your notes

Its not a game, ain't no cheat codes,

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Last of a dying breed

It makes you lie and murder, cheat, deceive when you play the game,

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters