This is a song about "Hypocrites"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

You hypocrites, call all y'all some fucking counterfeits

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

To fuck all of you hypocrites

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Y'all just a bunch of motherfucking hypocrites

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

We're the hypocrites of our own blasphemy.

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants