This is a song about "Foney people"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

People critically commenting,

People steal, people die,

And i know that your supply

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And werent we just the two cutest people

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

People are people so let’s just mind our own

Inhabit the minds of people

As i light one for ill will

Cause this album pack enough evil

So many selfish people

Then why create shephards that're deserting its people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Plus we're fed lies by the news people

So all that other shit you on dead, burial