This is a song about "No fake raps"

Everyone is fake but no one compares to u

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Typin fake raps and actin like he could "get some head"

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

No, man that's grossly fake, like rick ross and drake,

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Anyone who tries me is a fake rapper, no dollars just counterfeit."

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

No diss to lucifer, because he raps real well

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

But its no use, as your raps reduce, and as mine begin to reproduce.