This is a song about "Fraud"

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

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

Keep it 100 never been a fraud

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

There existed no one rap fraud in

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

Was charged with fraud, something the superiors would do

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

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

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