This is a song about "Fake ass bitches"

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Outta all them fucking fake bitches i thought you were the truest

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

When fake bitches see people they haven't seen in years

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

This is like love, that you can never get

You other bitches is fake, just like baloney,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/

Bitches try to fake me, but they know they'll never shake me

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party