This is a song about "Fake asf"

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Mind your motherfucking business

Give me dome, then let me skate

Your fake, man you mistake

But he don't rule a thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And fake friends need some therapy.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Where every recipient, property of the state

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

They can’t even come around

I got fake people, chomping down.

And my niggas say that dope is fake

If i should die before i wake