This is a song about "Fake ass birches"

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

But i let off everything i have

Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Enough is enough with your fake ass lines

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

I practiced till that shit made perfect

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Way too much right here is at stake

I don't believe in bein fake

Cause tears falling down make me ache

You can think i'm a fake,