This is a song about "Cristian with the fake yeezys"

I’m a hustla, baby

They just know the fake me

Fucked with feeling now the serpent turned into a bigger snake, maybe just a fake.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

The laziest snakes are acting all hazy and fake,

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Oh, mama got a visa

Fake based in the area

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,