This is a song about "Fake nigga kinda rappers"

I don't find any nigga worth battlin', i'll put four rappers in.

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Fuck cute trappers i buck and shoot fake rappers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All these rappers complain about fake friends

Fake rappers stick to me like prosthetics of a diabetic who wanted to look visually aesthetic.

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

Bad rap, cuties claim

Feeling kinda insane

Spiritually ive always been kinda lost,

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Nigga hold run out of here cus ya boy kinda fast yo boy say he got cash but yo boy kinda ass

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

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