This is a song about "Fake and phony people"

I'mma catch you next time around

I got fake people, chomping down.

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

And i could see you coming home after work late

The games up, phony, you ain't smooth to fake us

Mama always told me i’d be famous

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Hit and miss these fake crips

When fake bitches see people they haven't seen in years

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Now a nigga got baking to bake