This is a song about "Great killing of tha fakes"

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

I had this crazy vision of killing

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Killing all of you off, now i'm activated/

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Starts with the killing of you

Cause when i make this stew