This is a song about "Fake monther fuckers"

Fake fuckers, who freeze up when there's trouble,

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

What goes around comes around mother fuckers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Narrow minded fuckers and a

A criminal grind nigga

Clever mother fuckers, with satellites that hover,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

You fuckers hella fat, like whales imma bout to beach you

I can smell it when i go outside

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Ur love was always fake

I'm dreaming to be great