This is a song about "Streets and fake niggas"

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

And fake niggas, better stay up in yo lane, cause nowadays

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

These fake niggas just a waste of my time

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Hit and miss these fake crips

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

An overdosed fucker and a hoe from the streets