This is a song about "Phony people"

On those phony wack "artists" and all the cops that hate us,

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

So let me murder this phony

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

To be the best among and rise above the rest of these phony fakes

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

She was a phony goalie

What them tippers don't see

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked

Them people weak them people weak

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

When i'm this close, to see you exposed as phony