This is a song about "Fuck fakes"

I needed an action break to regain a little bit of compassion against attraction fakes

Theres no escape from the unfortunate fate awates increasing the crime rates,

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Fakes get a blast from me, laugh at me, and get peeled lika mango/

The fakes that portray their day to day are deceitful

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I'm 'bouts to take the cake these fakes ain't even getting part of it

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

You fakes aint nothin but a pile of shit

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I don't battle fakes who act dope that's a fact

Stack in his hand trynna make that last