This is a song about "Drug dealing and fake niggas"

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Fake niggas i never trust , cause they always lust

Drug dealers, rapists, and murderers

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Confusing what was real and fake;.

While these fake ignorant niggas are hiring ghost writers,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

But thats just called dealing with shit and staying strong,

Cus i'm old school, dealing with new niggas who just can't cope with these rhymes

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times