This is a song about "Fake rappers in tucson"

I have these rappers' farms burnt in ashes

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

When fake bitches see people they haven't seen in years

I make the whack rappers all shake in their fake j's

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

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

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

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

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Number two, you're fake and rappers know that's true

Like fame in maine is only got fake rappers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse