This is a song about "Mad bitches who are fake"

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches

Who is this fool named mad dreamer

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

You are not real you are fake that's the deal

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Right after i send these fake bitches to the underworld

I got them saying who dat, who dat? cole world

Kid who always looks mad

I don't want it on my back

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention