This is a song about "Fake mc"

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Do they know that im the fucking mc?

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

You can think i'm a fake,

J. cole runnin' late

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Part of the mc nation,

You're uncool like my mother kin

I never crack i got that chap stick

Believe what you see, a real mc

So don't be mistaking me for some faking mc,

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public