This is a song about "Fake and money"

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

I've been forsaken by these snakes, and i'll kill every fake,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Take my bus and bust down money

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Hit and miss these fake crips

My team getting digits

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

The laziest snakes are acting all hazy and fake,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Young money like drake and nicki