This is a song about "A fake ass froend"

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

I get my paper, y'all just hate

You can think i'm a fake,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

A fake nation, only out for itself

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

And i got them gold bottles, first place

I hate this fake ass smile on my face