This is a song about "Dissing fake friends"

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Dissing disabled ima say no to it

You wouldn't be missing if you weren't dissing

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

All you niggas dead , dead fake

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

And fake friends need some therapy.

Hey, must be the money

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

And expose a fool who by dissing everyone

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Thanks to all the fake friends ive had in the past, i have to keep searching