This is a song about "The bullys and the fakes"

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

The fakes just wondering what.

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Grab the scissors and saws and

And get caught, in the moment

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Fakes get a blast from me, laugh at me, and get peeled lika mango/

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

The vertex and the third eye

The goal is the globe and... the versace robe and

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different