This is a song about "To kill a fake"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

You're buying up silvers like you need to kill a werewolf

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

No fake is safe against me, i'm a tough nut to crack

Fuck what you heard

Too stoned to kill a bird/

You can think i'm a fake,

I know what it take

Hell! i still look a fake to me

Wanna see you work your body

Too stoned to kill a bird/

I ain't trynna be forward

They call me say, word

Too stoned to kill a bird/

I got a mixtape in hands, got plans to kill shit,

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet