This is a song about "Fakers and hatera"

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

They laugh and scream and leap

And kill yourself and your clique

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And make her fall on her face and

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,