This is a song about "Getting called names"

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

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I got so many niggas i can't remember all they names

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

I'm abstrakt, destroyer of names and faces

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Entertainment i'm maintainin it ,claimin the game, and takin names

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

And since the economy's failing well you know all the names,

But since you mentioning names

I like my girls skinny with brains

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

The only differences ya'll got are ya names