This is a song about "To kill a fake"

You can think i'm a fake,

We both had dreams of being great

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Hell! i still look a fake to me

Bait baby, wait baby

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

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

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