This is a song about "Fraud"

Keep it 100 never been a fraud

Man i spit that pimp talk

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

There existed no one rap fraud in

High off life? my nigga not even

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Was charged with fraud, something the superiors would do

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

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

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad