This is a song about "Perspective fake people rscape flow poetic fuck desperate stress feeling"

Your the criminal this is poetic justice, heart is saying fuck this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Don't fuck with a desperate rhymet, i'll burn you soul with an cigarette lighter.

Fucked with feeling now the serpent turned into a bigger snake, maybe just a fake.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

When people fight, they fight scared, cause they're fake

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

I got fake people, chomping down.

He just throws it around

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Stick around for a little perspective