This is a song about "The fake"

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

While the mainstream artists try to fake and walk around it,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Fucked with feeling now the serpent turned into a bigger snake, maybe just a fake.

Oh, mama got a visa

Fake based in the area

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

They just know the fake me

Cause some of you bitches funny

The laziest snakes are acting all hazy and fake,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

I make the whack rappers all shake in their fake j's

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave