This is a song about "Fake ass niggas"

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake ass shit

A working genius, a work of art

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

And fake niggas, better stay up in yo lane, cause nowadays

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

So i gotta spit to this