This is a song about "Fake and hate en niggas"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Fake niggas get cold-cocked, twenties on the stove top,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I'm about to dip/ this clique is too fake , just hate/

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

Niggas use to hate me couldnt even get a hoe nigga

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Low income no bills getting paid

Confusing what was real and fake;.

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

All you niggas dead , dead fake