This is a song about "Fake nigga kinda rappers"

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

Fuck cute trappers i buck and shoot fake rappers

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Fake rappers take money in favor of remaining true

Who knows what the

Sound kinda cold nigga

Redbox flow and i do not date

All you niggas dead , dead fake

You can think i'm a fake,

Way to much right here is at stake

Cuz this world is full of fake rappers i can't stand it

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches