Favor for Malice

Traitors abound but amounts to increment if greeted with same, a shame if so

U a fake, Satan's trace, display Judas' traits
To heaven, a disgrace, a mistake
Ya mum shamed, ignoble stain, u are evil framed
Ain't sulky though u be tryin to kill me
Love u still while u deal me bad cards, ain't enemies
U my man still G, feel me, cos me, I ain't filthy