This is a song about "To kill a fake"

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Unforgettable gestures, unmeasurable effort, to pleasure the masses with impeccable work ethic

Fake rappers stick to me like prosthetics of a diabetic who wanted to look visually aesthetic.

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

My first kill was my neighbor's dog tied to a tree.

My raps are so deadly they gave me a license to kill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

This walkin' time bomb has enough bars to kill a mob

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Hell! i still look a fake to me