This is a song about "Fakers and hatera"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

She got me caught up in the moment

Social conditioning and

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

And nasty remains and bones