This is a song about "Fraud"

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

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

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

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

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

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

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

And i go up in a party like im going abroad

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

Keep it 100 never been a fraud

There existed no one rap fraud in

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk