This is a song about "Scrubs with fake crap"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

You put up a front to deal with us, it’s so fake it hurts,

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Title wave it til you fake it til you make it with the sound

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

You can actually put words together well, so quit with that crap.

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

When i came in like your granddad, with a handbag full of abstract rap crap.

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap