This is a song about "Fake bitches at shook"

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Professing they found one ready as this

I salivate at fine bitches

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

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

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

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

You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears

I like my bitches good at math

I can barely wipe my ass

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Look at ur tits duck are they fake duck

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs