This is a song about "Idiots"

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

My tires align with the play, but the times out

And laugh at these idiots walking around

Ill end this idiots words by leaving a knife in his throat.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Fucking idiots, you say crap to people with different faith

For all of these illiterate idiots.

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

[i] is it impossible to idolize myself from ill-born idiots?

The anonymity of the internet makes idiots brave

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case