This is a song about "Hate fakes"

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

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

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

You fakes aint nothin but a pile of shit

Or never say never though i admit

All you fakes think i'll go astray

Think i need another play

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

The fakes that portray their day to day are deceitful

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

They think they say is real but actually their words are all fakes

Dont care about the hate

New york, va, dc, get paid