This is a song about "Hypocrite"

Call me a hypocrite and ill shit on you solid until you squalid,

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

I must admit, we together, i wished we just split, i cant, ima hypocrite

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

Politicians and hypocrite critics, yeah they're waiting for ya,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Accuse people of riding, we know you're a hypocrite

My shit was submarine like, under ship

But still they call me the hypocrite,

The real muscle in the message of that

Because you are a hypocrite

But not with my fists, i'm not a hypocrite, word's motherfucker, it's that season/

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one