This is a song about "Fake ass friend"

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Stop it if you scared

I thought you were a friend

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

But fuck a fake friend, you best believe it'll be me and my crew

One parent above, the other live scared

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Friend after friend left me

Cause all i want is you, baby

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Number ten, i just went and fucked your ass up friend

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

But it’s damaged by these fake-ass artists from the mainstream,