This is a song about "Drama lies self harm suicide psychopath guns haters plastic fake money"

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

To all you haters, i fucking expect the plastic assets,

For the sake of all money,this is fake yall funny

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Wrap you in saran plastic,

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Before i became this psychopath

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

You fake like money your a counterfeit

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit