This is a song about "Counterfeit"

You fake like money your a counterfeit

With only two songs, look at what i did

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

Fuck being counterfeit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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