This is a song about "Stop being fake"

Till i die being fake never was a must,

About disaster in the world and

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Think on your toes, get a job, stop being a slob, work hard, get a raise

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

Then come up with punchlines,stop being hyper

So drop the freaking attitude & stop with being mad & rude

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Stop being afraid and get heart, i'm the shit you ain't even a wet fart

Oh lady, stop being so shady you're looking like a crybaby

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I don't believe in bein fake

At an extremly alarming rate