This is a song about "Fraud ass niggas"

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

Was charged with fraud, something the superiors would do

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Maybe then you'll see that these niggas wanted your ass from the start

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

There existed no one rap fraud in

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

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want