This is a song about "Freestyle about fake friends"

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

That's a new flow

//ill freestyle, let's go, yo...

Im not all about that fake shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

With your friends and get blazed, talking about bitches, or playing video games

I dont need fake friends i dont take ends

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines