This is a song about "Fuck fakes"

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

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

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

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

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades/

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

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

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

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