This is a song about "Counterfeit"

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

And california on that jerk shit

I rap about what i know, not dying, counterfeit and bliss

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Basically my conclusion is that your care for the world is counterfeit

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

You fake like money your a counterfeit

My shit was submarine like, under ship

I'mma let you hang chick

Fuck being counterfeit

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Anyone who tries me is a fake rapper, no dollars just counterfeit."