This is a song about "Fake"

Hey, must be the money

They just know the fake me

Ur love was always fake

I feel good, i look great

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

We both had dreams of being great

Ur love was always fake

Ur love was always fake

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Hit and miss these fake crips

We got young people's lives at stake

And my niggas say that dope is fake