This is a song about "Hypocrites"

Playing my blues, while the hypocrites debatin' my views,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

You hypocrites, call all y'all some fucking counterfeits

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

To fuck all of you hypocrites

We're the hypocrites of our own blasphemy.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Hypocrites must admit while i spit it makes your writ's like a pile of shit-

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Y'all just a bunch of motherfucking hypocrites

The next day you is everybody target

And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands