This is a song about "Fake apologizes"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

All you niggas dead , dead fake

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Ur love was always fake

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Fake based in the area

Yeah, one time for the

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Ur love was always fake

Way to much right here is at stake

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing