This is a song about "Mr pauley have you got fake subscribers"

Cause everytime yall come around

I got fake people, chomping down.

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

Yo you guys have got my ass hyper with all these cyphers

You may have got all the smarts in your brain

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Have you got talent? ambition? skill beyond verses?

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Niggas is working forever my bars

But you act like mr. i'm a fucking boss

At an extremly alarming rate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Let em marinate, you forever late

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake