This is a song about "A chiled hood that was bad and fake friends"

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

And fake friends need some therapy.

Don’t you be holding back

Man that was fuckin bad

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Huh, got to get better with time

I did bad things and it was a crime

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Fake friends it was all a sham,