This is a song about "Loyalty and fake niggaz"

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

I'm not pretendin' or fake man, just mention my name and

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

They all sit back and dont even realise its fake

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

I've been forsaken by these snakes, and i'll kill every fake,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

She gon get the mils for this

But my niggaz in paris

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion