This is a song about "Youx fakers"

But these suckers are fakers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making