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

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

The boa know they loving the crew

Starts with the killing of you

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

Taken over my thoughts over powering like breach of tha peace

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood