This is a song about "Hypocritical lovers"

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

But i see other people every day with their lovers

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Material, hypocritical dissenter

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Firstly, thing's we wouldn't do, and two so hypocritical

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers