This is a song about "Killing fake ass people"

I got fake people, chomping down.

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Im not pious to this fake ass religions,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

These chalance give me balance

I beat you by one more figure you fake ass licker

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake ass shit

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

But it’s damaged by these fake-ass artists from the mainstream,