This is a song about "Talking to ur homies with ur fake shit"

Don't give a fuck to what ppl say do it for ur self for ur ppl kill it

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

From ur head n' ur mind,

The revolution has arrived

As i switch ur faith!,im holy like gate,n ur mother was just easy to mate,

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Why fake natives' talking bout shit they ain't never had,

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Ur love was always fake

Ur da shit when it comes to da lyrics spit guess whos back to the track

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Only had to read half ur shit to know ur not that clever