This is a song about "How fake you are"

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

It's funny how it sounds you bars are lighter than a ounce

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

If i dont trust it i disobey, thats how you separate the real from the fake

The boa know they loving the crew

I'm going to start with how are you

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

So quit talk about how good you are

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Hey how you been, are you ready for this shit to begin.

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes