This is a song about "Real people fake people"

From the people who control to people

This is the root of all evil

People will follow me in the masses i am a boss now the real cost

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Think this shits fake,people killed by out of control drone!

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

People steal, people die,

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Dont we have enough death , people

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I know some people call me real as hell, but i don't think you can clearly tell