This is a song about "Cheating bastards"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Wake up sleeping cheating im dreaming constantly competing

I said i wasn't cheating but you didn't believe me,

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Gaze, fore it's time for bastards to watch the throne/

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

You psychedelic bastards

Fucking welfare, there cheating the government

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

As people move forward, i move backwards. room bastards, that's what