This is a song about "This dude fake"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

So this dude think he can sneak frighten me

This dude needs help quit crying for help,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

This dude dil think his rhymes sick?

With two chicks, sadistic

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Im not pious to this fake ass religions,

To this dude u meet, u a wild animal

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Who's up.. next? cuz this dude can't compete,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

I'm about to dip/ this clique is too fake , just hate/

Murdered this dude in 8 lines, almost half of his fucking bars.

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots