This is a song about "People who are fake"

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

There are people in the worst, those who don't give a damn

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

Those without the passion who won't fight for their dreams are the people i don't like

In which are people who believes in one,

And get on down with this thc vision

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Dissing people self consciously thinking justin thats not who you are!

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

Whenever im spittin people are like "oh my who do you write for"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

The laziest snakes are acting all hazy and fake,