This is a song about "Fake emcees"

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Till i make all emcees love me

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Ur love was always fake

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Leave emcees with broken bones, intellectual throne,

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone