This is a song about "Fraud ass niggas"

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

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

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

You niggas corny as fuck, i'm just a horny ass jock

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

Was charged with fraud, something the superiors would do

I crumbled rappad, thirsy ass niggas with snapbacks and a backpack,

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap