This is a song about "Fake niggaz"

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only