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

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Hope all over again, we can start

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

How these fake niggas gettin so famous.

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

The day before is better than the present

Fake niggas i never trust , cause they always lust

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

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

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

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love