This is a song about "Fake gangsters"

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

This guy is acting like gangsters, in fact he is still acting like youngsters,

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

I don't believe in bein fake

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Silly bitches gon' follow