This is a song about "A fake ass friend"

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Then some lady named billie holiday

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/

Talking about a friend, of a friend

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Enough is enough with your fake ass lines

Beach on the weekend

She hangs up, and calls a friend

I'm a dangerous enemy, even more so a friend

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

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake ass shit

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that