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

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

The fakes just wondering what.

I don't really give a fuck

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Been running around trying find a job

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad

Every sentence i say, will make you question your religion you fakes//

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/