This is a song about "Hypocritical mothafucka"

Sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survived

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Down to your groin and mothafucka i ain't lying,

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

Another rapper mixed in with gangster mothafucka you're not tupac!

Hardest mothafucka on this rhyme.

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

I'm a small mothafucka, with the strength of a giant,