This is a song about "Niggas that are fakes"

Got niggas that be hating

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Until y'all niggas are out of breath, you left every son appalled,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

All the niggas that i come across, are now buried under a cross

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Niggas nowadays are diehards

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Wolf gang, triple six crew

You,niggas are like ghost with you

Okay so im tired of these niggas who they are good

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Instrumental from lexus, change is what they expected

You niggas are pacifist.... i want to break thru attics kid,