This is a song about "Killing fake niggas"

All you niggas dead , dead fake

She self made, i'm self made

So i say goodbye cause ma niggas killing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

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

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Im killing all these niggas that's claiming to be rappers

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

Sinkin' these niggas and sickin' 'em with my weapons like i fake a shank,

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

Snooping around and killing

Let my angel sing