This is a song about "To kill a fake"

Give you a reason to put me on you're kill list.

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

You as fake as fake needs to know.

This one right here for polo

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

It's a thrill to kill unskilled rappers, i call it tough love

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.

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

I've been forsaken by these snakes, and i'll kill every fake,

Tell him to kill a baby toddler,

And i just want to hold her

I'm gon remember her, but still

Fuck a sword, i dont use that to kill,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.