This is a song about "Counterfeit"

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

I rap about what i know, not dying, counterfeit and bliss

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Anyone who tries me is a fake rapper, no dollars just counterfeit."

Basically my conclusion is that your care for the world is counterfeit

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

It feels good to be over you, babe

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

You fake like money your a counterfeit

Fuck being counterfeit

So drop the slam and lets get sick