This is a song about "Viloh faking clips"

With gats, extra mags and clips

Big stacks, no lego bricks

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Faking the be best saying you from the west

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

So don't be mistaking me for some faking mc,

These ages are mostly faking

That photograph is fading

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

- formality and knowledge faking those who disbelieve in my failure

You can keep on faking it

Foolish, i be on that new shit