This is a song about "Fake ass people that rock mainstream brands but arent cool"

You fake ass rapers take the piss

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

They think the rock is cool, they take and make it then,

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Im not racist but i am crazy non of them fake ass killers can faze me,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Suffocated screams of mine that arent reaching ears,

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,