This is a song about "Niggas that are fakes"

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

The fakes that portray their day to day are deceitful

My home girl told me i got an issue

You,niggas are like ghost with you

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

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

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

So fuck that fakes,they madden too much mistakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

That these niggas emulated

Or who did, cause i did

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Niggas nowadays are diehards