This is a song about "Fake mc s"

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Do they know that im the fucking mc?

I am my inspiration

Part of the mc nation,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I never though then i'd become an mc,

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Yo your going up against the illest mc

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Get ya head bust

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.