This is a song about "All the fake people"

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

Jimmy back me, child

But all the people to blind

All you niggas dead , dead fake

She self made, i'm self made

When people fight, they fight scared, cause they're fake

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Thanks to all the fake friends ive had in the past, i have to keep searching

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not