This is a song about "Money and fake people"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And fake friends need some therapy.

I’m tryna be low key

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Think this shits fake,people killed by out of control drone!

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Fake rappers take money in favor of remaining true

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

When fake bitches see people they haven't seen in years

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears