This is a song about "Hypocrites"

Y'all just a bunch of motherfucking hypocrites

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

To fuck all of you hypocrites

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

You hypocrites, call all y'all some fucking counterfeits

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

We're the hypocrites of our own blasphemy.

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos