This is a song about "Fuck fakes"

To be the best among and rise above the rest of these phony fakes

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

The fakes that portray their day to day are deceitful

Ha, running rebel on another level

Im around fakes so i just kept it all in and started drinking,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

The fakes just wondering what.

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Every sentence i say, will make you question your religion you fakes//

Amazed astonished and dazed never phased by the tidal waves