This is a song about "A fake frie"

You put on a fake persona, without that you'd be a loner

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Low income no bills getting paid

You can think i'm a fake,

Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

This the land of the white man

Fake friends it was all a sham,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

It's like your trapped inside, addicted to a fake reality,

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

And now i see that you were just a fake friend

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake