This is a song about "Niggas that are fakes"

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

The fakes just wondering what.

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

My niggas are deadly

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

While these fake ignorant niggas are hiring ghost writers,

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

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

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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