This is a song about "Fake followers"

For leaders and followers to uparm their vision

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

My team getting digits

Hit and miss these fake crips

Ur love was always fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Your fake, man you mistake

If i should die before i wake

Ur love was always fake

She self made, i'm self made

Kiss a dick and lick it little slick rick followers, swallow,

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again