This is a song about "Phoney"

There is no point of phoney leaders who say the are the ones that keep us secure

This shit is an explicit advanced maneuver, your verse is nothin but manure,

I'm a phoney but no ruby i never lied about my appearance, i've lied to all this

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Phoney all truthless thinks he's eazy ruthless

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

Nothing but loose change call this phoney #half #a #dollar