This is a song about "Marty the poser"

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

To the voice of the oblivion,

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

I wasn't gonna let no poser use me as some stepping stool,

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Whole time, a little more girls

Force unleashed poser, better hide in your vans

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!