This is a song about "Fuck fake rappers"

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Number two, you're fake and rappers know that's true

Fake rappers stick to me like prosthetics of a diabetic who wanted to look visually aesthetic.

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

Got tired of running from the police

Talking of the gods you serve

Fuck you other rappers

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains