This is a song about "Fraud"

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Your a fake n a fraud make me wanna kick you str8 in the balls

And i go up in a party like im going abroad

Lord- i'm 'bout to sawed off you in the face, cough "stout fraud"

There existed no one rap fraud in

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Was charged with fraud, something the superiors would do

I would be mad but i'm just laughin' while i'm bashin' this fraud

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

The fraud that comes from straw cities, i'll burn you and your properties

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes