This is a song about "Loyalty and fake niggaz"

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,

Got tired of running from the police

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated

A couple milli in the bag and my face good