This is a song about "A fake ass froend"

You fake like money your a counterfeit

And if i'm down with this banging shit

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

I beat you by one more figure you fake ass licker

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

I understand you're a dope rapper, but some shit is fake

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

I hate this fake ass smile on my face

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies