This is a song about "Diss a fake nigga"

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song

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

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

You deserve a diss for your mess

Spending her time with him i guess

A fake nation, only out for itself

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

You can think i'm a fake,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

I diss little kids who can't fit in cuz i'm a bully

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free