This is a song about "Being fake"

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

She'll turn out fake, i was being played

Confusing what was real and fake;.

We both had dreams of being great

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

I’m being sarcastic,

Ur love was always fake

What you call hate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Way to much right here is at stake

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Ur love was always fake

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

See, i'm just trying to focus