This is a song about "Killing fake niggas"

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

My divine itching and shrine killing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

But they say we ain't big

Killing these niggas off quick

And fake niggas, better stay up in yo lane, cause nowadays

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Fake niggas get cold-cocked, twenties on the stove top,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Our vision never changed, we self made