This is a song about "Fake niggaz"

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

Im washin off another plate

You can think i'm a fake,

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

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems