This is a song about "A fake frie"

You fake like money your a counterfeit

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Early adapters agree they all late

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Too late you took the bait mistook for fake as a rake

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Till i die being fake never was a must,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Trying to catch me riding dirty