This is a song about "Fake niggaz"

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Breaking mine....niggaz thirsty so they wait in line

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from

I'm super fast, you niggaz are slow.

We magnetizing the ghetto

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

I don't believe in bein fake

See my hands start to shake

Ur love was always fake

Low income no bills getting paid