This is a song about "Best friend being a hoe talking about me having a fake boy"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

I'm having a frightening fit and being guided quick with the laws that im abiding with

So he told his best friend, that he would create a civilization

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Without having to worry about a hubby

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Till i die being fake never was a must,

Secret society all we ask is trust

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

But you never know i could, be talking about a diffrent place,

But now my target's you. a best friend who hates my relation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Talking about brutality it's surrounding me like a fucking swarm of bees