This is a song about "Sick freestyle about fake f"

Just reading on this untitled freestyle

Specially equities, reckon we smile

I'm sick of hearing rappers about the crackin' bottles,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Im not all about that fake shit

Now this shit is turning to a habit

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

I'm debating if i should continue this freestyle

When it comes to spitting that fire

Because i could beat them in a freestyle

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

We about to set this bitch on fire

That if you beat me on a freestyle