This is a song about "Fakers and hatera"

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I pipe in and one night her

I fear no opponent

What i do, through and through and

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

Grab the scissors and saws and

This how i hear it different