This is a song about "Drake blake fake take shake rake"

Got me ready to release the fluid, sensationsit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand

Born a leader, avid mad-lib reader, you fill in the blank as i take what i rake in to the bank

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Wishing that god would leave the fake me and take the real me.

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

No, man that's grossly fake, like rick ross and drake,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I miss their faces, and i can't take it, but a nigga gotta fake it.

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

What it gotta take just give me a fucking break no i am not drake

Now momma told me be careful who you love

I learned how to take one and divide him from the fake ones,

Fake rappers take money in favor of remaining true

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut