This is a song about "No fake raps"

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

New york, va, dc, get paid

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Dont fake it,your feminine raps wont let u make it

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

No literally, i'm stickin' the cylinder with fake eyes and a fat nose

All these rappers fake i use no backdrop/

So take the stage just show me what you got

I am so flexible like king kong my raps aint fake nor mock,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

When their hits are lame, fake as plaster walls, no heft or weight