This is a song about "They talking crap"

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

I'm from the number one place on the map

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Fuck, instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Cos they suck so hard they're crap can stray a buck...

Im talking fat blunts, and they don't ever stop

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

The third one is mixed, white and black

Better than the simplest crap